October 2003
| Sexy Boy
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Sexy Boy
pairing: Nick/Lance rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: totally fiction and on crack. When he ran into Lance, it was in a club. Of course, it would be in a club because where else would internationally known popstars meet? At the 7-11? Although, granted, in LA anything was possible. He's run into Vince Neil at the dry cleaners and once almost ran over Charlize Theron outside of Fred Segal. She was surprisingly nice about it after he pointed out that she *was* jaywalking. He idly wondered if Lance had ever run over anyone and whether he knew Charlize Theron and why on earth he was wearing a shirt that looked more like wallpaper than fabric and hey, is that-- Oh damn it, Lance was coming over. And he was lounging against the side of the booth, and his hair was all sparkly in the lights of the club and his voice was all drawly and friendly as he said, "Hey, Nick." "Hey Lance." Oh great. He sounded like he'd been sucking helium. He cleared his throat and tried to lower his voice back to normal. "What's up, dawg?" "I like this song." Lance grinned and took a sip from the highball glass clutched loosely in his hand, and somehow gave the impression of being the coolest motherfucker in the room. Nick blinked and pushed away his own glass because he'd obviously already had too much. It was just *Lance*. Not anyone cool, just another dorky boybander who-- holy fuck--didn't seem to have much use for the buttons on his shirt. Smooth, tan skin seemed to peek out all over the place just taunting Nick with its availability. "You...ummm...you're living out here now?" Oh, that was smooth. Next Nick would be asking if he came here often or telling Lance he's seen him before. "Yep." Lance licked his lips and swirled the ice around in his glass. "I heard you got a place here too." It wasn't a question but Nick nodded and wondered where Lance heard that and why he cared and whether he was ever going to either sit down or go away and stop teasing Nick with his blinding hotness. Then he realized he hadn't offered and Lance was being a gentleman for some reason that completely escaped Nick. If he got Lance alone, he wouldn't be polite and courteous and-- fucking fuck, how tight were those jeans anyway? And why was there a little gold-and-sapphire charm dangling from the belt loop drawing even more attention to Lance's crotch? Like he needed to advertise it. Nick almost rolled his eyes but then Lance was leaning over and poking at Nick's glass and saying something that Nick couldn't hear because he could smell Lance's skin and his hair and his cologne and it was expensive and sexy and made Nick want to strip him naked right then and there and screw everyone who could see them. Maybe they'd like the show, and it would be *such* a show. It would be the hottest porniest porn that ever...porned. Or something. Nick shook his head and tried to focus his gaze anywhere else besides Lance's ass--his *Ass*-- which was practically right in Nick's face. Well, it would be if Nick leaned to the left and bent over a little and he was willing to do that, oh yes. It was all perfect and right *there* in front of him like Lance wanted him to notice it in all its very perfect assness. Nick giggled because he knew that assness wasn't a word, but it sounded funny and he liked it and planned to use it again sometime because he knew AJ would-- Oh. Lance was still right in front of him, but turning toward Nick now and hello. Delivering a package. Nick giggled again and reached out to touch the little jewelry thingie dangling from Lance's belt loop and if he *accidentally* brushed Lance's dick and just happened to notice by, you know, accident, that it was kinda firm inside those tight tight jeans, then it wasn't really his fault was it? Lance shouldn't be flaunting his jewels like that anyway, right? Nick suddenly remembered that Lance had said something while Nick was lost in the AssZone, so he looked up to meet Lance's eyes and said, quite brilliantly: "What?" "I asked what you were drinking and whether you wanted another, but I don't think you need any more alcohol." Lance's ability to enunciate made Nick focus on him--in a nonsexual way-- more clearly for a moment. "You're not drunk, are you?" "No, I just got here." Lance grinned and set his glass down on the table, brushing his hand over Nick's as he moved away. "You don't want another drink, do you, Nick?" "No." Nick reached under the table and slid a hand along the front of his pants where his dick was pressing into his zipper, completely and achingly hard already, and thought one more strong drink might put him over the line into embarrassed promises of 'this never happens to me' and 'really, just give me a minute and it'll come back', not that it had ever happened before, but he'd heard stories. Stories from *other* guys who'd had it happen to them. Not him at all. No. "You wanna go somewhere else?" Lance flicked the jewelry thingie himself and Nick watched, too mesmerized to answer, until Lance leaned down and said, "Nick?" "Where? Yes! Where can we go?" Nick would curse his intense lack of coolness tomorrow, but for right now all he wanted was to get into Lance Bass's pants, even if he was the kind of guy to put jewelry on them. And damn it, why was that so freaking *hot*? Girly and weird but hot. "I have a driver. He could take us--" "OK! Let's go." Nick didn't give a shit about the where at this point, just so long as the when was right now. He scooted out of the booth and stood next to Lance. Looking down directly into Lance's amused face, Nick was moved to comment, "I'm not sure what you're doing but if you stop too soon I'll kill you." "All right, I'll make a note of that." Lance smirked and did not look at all intimidated, which might have irritated Nick had he not been so aroused already, but he still had to respond. He leaned closer and snapped his teeth right next to Lance's ear and whispered, "Careful. I bite." Lance turned his head slightly as Nick moved back and flashed a sharklike smile. One freaky, girly eyebrow shot halfway up his forehead and made him look ridiculously sexy as he said, "Oh, yeah? Good for me." Nick groaned and let Lance lead him outside without ever once looking at his ass, except for a few times just to make sure it was still there and still as perfect as he'd thought. It was and it was. And once Lance pulled him into the roomy back seat of a big black SUV, Nick finally found out first hand. And then second hand, as well, once he got a firm grip on that fantastic booty and pulled Lance into his lap. He licked at Lance's mouth and let his hands roam wherever they wanted, including up under Lance's wallpaper shirt and all along the warm damp skin of his back. He didn't want to ever stop kissing Lance, unless it was only so he could put his mouth somewhere else, but Lance put a hand on his cheek and pushed him gently away so he could ask, "What's your address, Nick?" Nick opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times. He shook his head and kneaded Lance's hips and muttered his address and tried to catch Lance's mouth, but the not-drunk fucker moved too quick and repeated Nick's address in a loud voice. And then it clicked that he was practically molesting Lance right in front of Lance's driver, who was built more along the lines of a bodyguard than just a driver. He pulled his hands away and leaned his head against the seatback. He stared out the darkly tinted windows and waited for Lance to say something about how stupid he was and how there're some things you *just don't do* in front of your security. He'd gotten that lecture a couple dozen...hundred...times in his life already so hey, why not from Lance too? But all Lance did was scoot off of Nick's lap and take Nick's hand in his. For a moment, Nick thought they were going to hold hands like prom dates or something--not that Nick would know what prom dates did since he didn't get to go and of course he wasn't *bitter* about that at all. But then Lance was sliding Nick's hand inside the open fly of his jeans and Nick was discovering that Lance had apparently felt no need for underwear tonight because...hot...hard...bare skin greeted his fingers and crinkly hair tickled his knuckles and he wanted to giggle and kiss Lance again, but he couldn't so he closed his eyes and curled his fingers around the length of Lance's dick, sliding up and smoothing his fingers over the tip without much pressure at all, just keeping it light and playful. As he teased Lance into shifting in his seat, lifting his hips to shove his dick harder into Nick's hand, Lance slipped a hand under Nick's t-shirt and walked his fingers over Nick's belly and chest. He tugged on one nipple ring, sending a shiver of pleasure all over Nick's body, and laughed. "So that rumor's true, too." "Do the other one," was all Nick could say, then he tightened his grip and pumped hard enough to make Lance's hand go still on Nick's chest and his breath start coming in wheezy gasps. When Lance forgot to play with the other ring, Nick stopped pumping and opened his eyes. "Play with the other one and I'll--" He glanced at the back of the driver-bodyguard's head and pressed his lips to Lance's ear and whispered, "I'll suck you off as soon as we get on the freeway." Lance groaned and turned his head quickly enough to catch Nick's mouth with his before Nick could pull away. He kissed Nick like he'd never get another chance, all hurried and desperate and--fuck-- Nick liked it, even though he usually preferred to take his time. He kissed back and shoved his tongue inside Lance's mouth, trying not to think of shoving anything else any place else. It was only for his own sanity after all. Slowly, Lance moved his hand from one ring to the other and twitched it, being so careful about it that Nick raised his free hand and pushed Lance's fingers against his chest, trying to impart that he wouldn't break with a little rougher handling without actually speaking because Lance's tongue was in his mouth and he didn't want to stop sucking on it just yet, not until he could move farther south anyway. Lance, in his not drunk state, picked up on Nick's oh so subtle hint so well that Nick almost came in his pants. He didn't, but it was a close thing and damn, wouldn't that have been embarrassing? But then Lance was pinching his nipples and tugging on his rings and Nick was so completely swallowed up in how good that felt that he forgot what he was supposed to be doing until Lance pinched him a little too hard, digging a fingernail into his skin. Nick pulled his mouth away from Lance's and said, "All right already. Fuck!" He pumped Lance's dick a couple of times, glanced at the driver who seemed a hundred billion miles away now on a special bodyguard planet where nothing interesting ever happened, and then licked his lips and leaned over. Lance was sitting too close so Nick shoved him all the way over, until his back was against the door. His hand came away from Nick's chest and slipped free of his shirt, but he looked so shocked and flushed and sexy all sprawled against the door that Nick didn't mind the loss. He just leaned over again and sucked Lance's dick into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the head before sliding lower, taking Lance in deeper and filling his mouth with hard smooth flesh. He tried not to drool all over it because it tasted so...fucking...good. Like...like...well, like a dick, but better because it was Lance's and he was definitely the cleanest guy Nick had ever known and right now was also the hottest. All because of jewelry on his pants and buttons he couldn't be bothered to close. Huh. Nick would figure all that out later when he wasn't trying to see just how far down his throat he could get this bad boy. He sucked and licked and bobbed his head and thought about writing love songs to Lance's dick, even though he wasn't too sure how he felt about the man attached to the utterly delicious dick and the perfect ass. And he didn't care, because...oh. Lance had great hands, quick and nimble and fucking *everywhere*. He was tweaking Nick's nipple rings and petting his belly and opening his pants and working his fingers inside Nick's boxerbriefs what seemed like all at the same time but then Nick was getting all distracted by Lance's balls and he wanted to play with them but he really liked having Lance's thick muscular thighs under his hands too. Lance had sparkly hair, a tasty dick, perfect ass, and amazing thighs, and really Nick thought he should hate him for also having a rock hard chest and a stomach you could bounce a quarter off of. He'd complain that it wasn't fair for one guy to have everything, but then Lance had worked for it because, hey cosmonaut! Nick was sucking off a real live cosmonaut, but he'd marvel over how cool that was later because Lance's dick was swelling against his tongue and Lance's hands--all eight hundred of them-- had stopped moving on Nick's body. Lance muttered a curse and shot into Nick's mouth and oh, fuck, that wasn't so good and tasty and...eww. Nick raised his head and spit on the floor of the SUV, then looked sheepishly up at Lance. Nick wiped his mouth and muttered, "Sorry, dude, but...ummm. You need more fruit in your diet or something. Maybe lay off the milk." "You know way too much about it." Lance raised one superior fucking eyebrow and Nick kind of wanted to hit him, or fuck his brains out, whichever. He did neither, only sat up and grabbed Lance's hand and put it back on his dick. "I read--" Nick grinned when Lance started to stroke him off and gasped at one excellent little twist of his fingers. "--when it's something that interests me. And cocksucking, oddly enough, does." "I could tell," Lance drawled as he did that twist again and Nick's eye rolled back in his head. "You're really good at it. Does practice make perfect or did you read up on technique too?" Utterly distracted by the overwhelming need to come, Nick bucked his hips and came all over Lance's fist and his own belly, and collapsed against the seat. It took several moments for the power of speech to return and when it did he couldn't remember the question, so he asked, "You wanna stay over or save the rest for another date?" "I have to-- Another date? This was a...what?" Lance was staring at him with this cute little wrinkle in between his eyebrows and Nick thought about licking it, just to see what Lance would do, but maybe that was a second date thing too. "Don't you wanna know what else I'm really good at?" Nick asked innocently, tucking himself back into his pants and wiping his hand on his underwear before fastening his fly. "Ummm...yes?" Lance continued to stare at Nick like he wasn't sure what to make of him and Nick wondered what he'd expected. "I mean, yes," added Lance more firmly, no question about it now. "Yes, I do." "Then you'll actually call me if I give you my number? You won't 'lose it' or 'get too busy'?" Nick asked with a raised eyebrow of his own and an urge to make fingerquotes that he narrowly resisted. "I'll even give you mine in return. Is that good enough for you?" Nick could hear the unspoken "bitch" in Lance's voice but since it remained unspoken, he didn't say anything about it. He just grinned and nodded. Lance produced a pen from somewhere and looked around for a moment, before muttering, "Oh, fuck it. Give me your arm." Nick stuck his arm out and Lance wrote his number on the inside of Nick's forearm. The point of the pen tickled a little bit but felt kind of cool too and Nick wondered what it'd be like to have someone write all over his body, especially in places more sensitive than his arm. He was so caught up in his little fantasy that Lance had to poke him twice before he took the pen and folded the sleeve of Lance's shirt out of the way. He wrote his own number in big spawling strokes on Lance's arm so that, even if Lance didn't spend the night with Nick, at least he'd have Nick's mark on him, bold enough for anyone to see. Before anything else of interest could happen, the SUV pulled up outside of Nick's place and Lance was reaching over to unlock the door on Nick's side. He practically pushed Nick out and then tumbled after him. "I'm staying," Lance said to the Nick and the driver at the same time. The driver just nodded and drove away, while Nick grinned so wide his cheeks hurt and said, "Cool." Go to Part 2 Back |