It had started off as a good idea. Pizza and beer while watching Star Wars. Something they’d done many times in the past. Except the pizza had been forgotten when someone suggested the drinking game. Even though it’d been shots of beer it’d gotten ugly quick. They’d decided on Chris’ version of the game. The rules of which guaranteed drunk-ness within the first 45 minutes of the movie.
Justin lay back, watching the ceiling fan, and giggled. The air from the fan was tickling his face. He turned his head to let Chris know of this wonderful new sensation and looked right at Lance.
“Hey golden boy.” he smirked. His eyes level with Justin’s.
“Lansteeeeen.” Justin drawled, giggling again as Lance moved closer to him and slid a hand across the stripe of skin between his sweats and the bottom of his shirt. “Tickle tickles ticklish.” his hips moved a little as Lance’s hand moved again.
“Skin so soft.” Lance slid his hand up under Justin’s shirt. Shuffling his body closer. His own hips moving as his cock lined up against Justin’s hip. “Taste?” his mouth brushed over Justin’s forehead as his leg slid over Justin’s.
Justin moaned as he felt Lance’s hardness against him. The world spun again and if his head could have tilted back it would have. As it was he turned it to the side waiting for Lance’s mouth to find the sensitive flesh there. The sharp feel of teeth along skin caused his eyes to open. When they focused he was treated to the sight of JC laying against Joey. His head thrown back against the bigger mans shoulder, mouth open breath releasing in short panting sighs. It wasn’t hard to see why. With Joey’s hands under his shirt and Chris between his legs he had to be on sensory overload. He watched with rapt attention, his moans mirroring JC’s. It wasn’t until Lance’s hand slid into his sweats and circled his cock that his own rhythm was found.
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Date: 2006-02-20 05:12 pm (UTC)Justin lay back, watching the ceiling fan, and giggled. The air from the fan was tickling his face. He turned his head to let Chris know of this wonderful new sensation and looked right at Lance.
“Hey golden boy.” he smirked. His eyes level with Justin’s.
“Lansteeeeen.” Justin drawled, giggling again as Lance moved closer to him and slid a hand across the stripe of skin between his sweats and the bottom of his shirt. “Tickle tickles ticklish.” his hips moved a little as Lance’s hand moved again.
“Skin so soft.” Lance slid his hand up under Justin’s shirt. Shuffling his body closer. His own hips moving as his cock lined up against Justin’s hip. “Taste?” his mouth brushed over Justin’s forehead as his leg slid over Justin’s.
Justin moaned as he felt Lance’s hardness against him. The world spun again and if his head could have tilted back it would have. As it was he turned it to the side waiting for Lance’s mouth to find the sensitive flesh there. The sharp feel of teeth along skin caused his eyes to open. When they focused he was treated to the sight of JC laying against Joey. His head thrown back against the bigger mans shoulder, mouth open breath releasing in short panting sighs. It wasn’t hard to see why. With Joey’s hands under his shirt and Chris between his legs he had to be on sensory overload. He watched with rapt attention, his moans mirroring JC’s. It wasn’t until Lance’s hand slid into his sweats and circled his cock that his own rhythm was found.