January 1, 2003
| that's the way i like it
by lancenerd |
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Lance/JC/Chris Rated: NC-17 Thanks to coreopsis and strandia for beta ~~~~~~~~~~~ Chris pushed JC away, chest heaving, gasping for breath and flopped back onto the bed. He had a few seconds to himself before Lance reached out and caressed his thigh, but Chris grabbed Lance's wrist and flung his hand away. "Fucking kids. Too much," Chris gasped. JC laughed and kissed him nice and slow, before pulling back and moving down his body. Lance took his place at Chris's mouth, a myriad of tastes on his tongue. "Give an old man a break," Chris whined, turning his head away and slapping his hands at them until they finally left him alone. Chris's body hummed as he lay there on the dirty sheets. Droplets of moisture glittered in his chest hair, sweat dripping down his face. He tried to brush them off his chin but found he couldn't move or talk and was resigned to just lie there in his own sweat and breathe. He swallowed, tasting both JC and Lance on his lips. Lance grinned at Chris before kissing him on the cheek then moving up to toward JC, Lance's hands roaming over JC's body while JC grinned lewdly at Chris. Chris closed his eyes; it was sensory overload. He couldn't take much more or he'd surely explode even though he was sure he'd done that a couple of times tonight already. Chris felt his cock twitch yet again, as Lance and JC kissed noisily beside him. He knew what Lance was doing to JC from the sounds he was making as he'd made the same sounds with Chris a couple of hours ago. Lance's fingers roamed around the perimeter of JC's ass before entering his body, slowly caressing and teasing him. His middle finger was inside, his thumb outside, squeezing his prostate from both angles driving him insane until JC begged for him to finish him off. Chris gasped, his memory doing more to him than if he was watching the action, his ass aching for more. Damn Bass, his talented fingers and big cock. He was too old for all night sex with young and bendable partners. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to listen to what was going on beside him, but it was impossible with JC making sexy noises mere inches from his ear. He wondered if the Enquirer would use the headline "Boybander Combusts" when they found his used up old body in the morning. Finally, after JC was reduced to quiet whimpers, Chris opened his eyes and turned his head, watching Lance watch his own fingers disappear into JC's body. Seeming satisfied with his work, Lance lifted his head and kissed JC, their tongues meeting briefly before dipping into each other's mouths. Chris licked his own lips but found his mouth dry. Lance broke away from the kiss and moved up on his knees, hauling JC's legs over his shoulders. His eyes fluttered shut as he pushed in slowly, pulled out and adjusted himself then pushed back in. JC moaned low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down Chris's spine to land at his cock which seemed to be ready for action again, leaking onto his stomach, slicking up the already sticky skin. He couldn't be ready again, not after all he'd done tonight. Damn punks were going to give him a heart attack for sure. Suddenly, JC's hands slapped on the bed and he gripped the damp sheets, nearly ripping them off `as he arched back, mouth open, gasping. Damp curls plastered his forehead and were stuck to the side of his neck. With great effort, Chris leaned over and licked JC's shoulder, sucking the saltiness for a moment before reaching up to capture JC's mouth in his. After he'd nearly kissed JC's breath away, he flopped back onto the bed and sighed. Lance looked at him with a smirk on his face, eyelids heavy. Chris swallowed as he watched Lance and JC together. Lance didn't fuck or make love, he screwed. He swiveled his hips and dug in, caressing that sweet spot inside until there was nothing to do but melt away. Lance held his gaze as he screwed JC, Chris arching and whimpering with JC as if Lance were fucking him too. "Fucker," Chris tried to whisper, the word catching in his throat because JC was nearly bent in two coming in long spurts across his own chest. Lance finally leaned forward, head on JC's chest, fingers digging into his shoulders, the skin turning white around the pads of his fingers, shuddering. Chris closed his eyes, he couldn't look, their rapture too intense, too personal. Too much. It 'was' too much as he came in his own hand, Lance's grunts beside him barely heard over his pulse pounding in his ears. end Back |