Lance

[pensnest]

You know what, I think I deserve a treat!

Lance, masturbating, please. Any scenario you like.

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Something About JC (part one)

[jacie3.livejournal.com]

This I Promise You was quickly becoming Lance’s favorite song. Not so much the song itself, but JC’s performance during it. There was something about the song that pulled everything from JC. In his singing, his expression, his movements, this song pulled a hundred and ten percent from him every time. Lance could see it, hear it and even feel it.

He did his best to ensure that he was beside JC as he sang the song, although he was extremely conscious of looking at JC during the song. There was something about JC that reached out to him, as if trying to suck him closer and closer. Every time Lance dared to glance JC’s way, he felt his heart pound even harder, his breathing becoming more labored. He wasn’t sure he could finish the song if he stared at JC throughout.

So Lance sat beside JC and let the power of JC’s voice, his being, his very essence flow around him. When JC put himself into a song like that, Lance felt he emitted something tangible, like a fog. A fog that Lance wanted to drink of, wanted to get lost in. As the song ended, Lance shook his head to clear his thoughts as they moved into the next song.

Within a few minutes, they were running from the stage. Behind the stage assistants were there to grab gear and to hand out towels and water bottles. Lance allowed JC to run ahead of him, following closely. Close enough to feel jealous when Joey tripped and stumbled, causing JC to run into him, placing his hands against Joey’s back and hip. Lance cursed himself for stopping in time. In another step, he could have had his hands on JC, defending himself by trying to keep balanced. But he had stopped in time.

Once they boarded the bus, things turned for the better.

“I am so fucking sweaty tonight!” JC yelled as he pulled off his sleeveless shirt, tossing it onto the couch.

Lance took the opportunity to sit next to it just when Joey and Chris attacked JC and Justin with silly string.

“You fuckers!” yelled Justin as he tackled Chris, the pair falling into a heap.

Much to Lance’s delight, JC sat at his feet, begging, “Get this crap out of my hair! Please, Lance?”

Lance grinned as he picked through JC’s hair, while his heart pounded away. Sweat still trickled down JC’s neck, continuing down his torso toward his pants. Lance wanted to lick, to taste. Glancing downward, his eyes followed the beads of sweat towards JC’s pants, the waistband of his boxers showing at this angle.

Before Lance could form another thought, JC jumped to his feet, patted Lance’s thigh and thanked him, before heading into the shower. Lance watched him go and listened to the water come on. Then he noticed it. His cock was hard. Grabbing JC’s discarded shirt, Lance hid his hard on as he stood.

“Bed time for me,” he announced as he hurried into the back, leaving Joey, Chris and Justin staring after him.

(to be continued)

Re: Something About JC (part two)

[jacie3.livejournal.com]

Once in his bunk, he put JC’s shirt next to his pillow and pushed off his clothing, tossing them across the aisle, knowing someone would be by the next morning to collect them and have them washed.

After pulling the black curtain closed, he listened to the sound of the bus rumbling and the others talking and laughing. JC had come out of the shower.

Lance’s mind was buzzing, he knew he couldn’t sleep. Rolling over, he felt around his bunk until he found JC’s shirt, still damp with sweat. Holding it to his nose, he inhaled deeply, thrilled that it still smelled strongly of JC. Not just any JC, but the strong, forceful JC that was onstage each night.

Lance’s cock had responded as well, raising up as if it was doing its best to get closer to JC’s shirt. Not wanting to disappoint his cock, Lance pushed the shirt beneath the covers and began rubbing the shirt over his cock, feeling the excitement build.

Closing his eyes tightly, Lance brought up images of JC in his mind: images of JC singing with closed eyes; JC’s hands gesturing as he sang; JC’s body tense and dripping with sweat; JC’s arms so perfectly shaped; his eyes; his lips; his voice; his smell. Lance found himself sweating as he stroked his cock with the same closed-eyed intensity with which JC sang. He moaned long and low, hoping no one heard it.

He tried muffling his moans by holding his pillow over his mouth as he continued to pump his cock. He could feel the heat building as he imagined what it would be like to kiss JC’s lips; to run his tongue across JC’s muscular abs; to rub his cock against JC’s tight ass.

He felt as though he were riding an emotional rollercoaster, his excitement building with every breath, every beat of his heart, every stroke of his hand until the bottom dropped out and his orgasm took over. He couldn’t stop his back from arching and the lurid moan that his escaped his lips.

Out in the front of the bus, the others were playing strip poker and snacking on pretzels and chips. Lance’s moans had caught their attention.

“What the hell is Lance doing back there?” asked JC as he discard two cards and picked up their replacements before resorting his hand.

Joey grinned eagerly as he said, “Well, it all started when he grabbed up someone’s sweaty shirt to hide his hard on and ran to his bunk.”

“Ah, I know how he feels. I get that during the shows, too. By the way, you guys might want to watch your step in the shower,” JC teased.

As Chris returned with a glass of juice, he tousled JC’s wild hair, telling him, “Dude, I’m not sure you’re going to want that shirt back.”

“What shirt?”

Joey and Chris cheerily chimed in together, “Your shirt.”

“The sleeveless one you took off,” continued Joey.

JC’s eyes turned toward the couch where he’d tossed his shirt earlier. “Why would he take my shirt?”

Joey and Chris laughed as Justin wrinkled his nose. JC thought for a moment, then covered his eyes with his hand. “I don’t think I want to know.”

As they went back to their card game, JC smiled, wondering what it would be like if it wasn’t just his discarded shirt in Lance’s bunk.

Chris noticed and prodded JC’s ribs with his forefinger. “I know that look, C, what stupid idea is racing through your mind this time?”

“I was just thinking. Maybe mutual masturbation would be more fun than self-service.”

Tossing his cards down on the table, JC smiled and headed to the back of his bus.

“What’s up with that?” wondered Joey.

Justin shook his head and smiled. “There’s just something about JC.”

~~~END~~~

Re: Something About JC (part two)

[pensnest]

I'm so sorry not to have responded to this sooner! Thank you very much. Lance would make *very* good noises, and JC should definitely follow through on that thought.

Re: Something About JC (part two)

[solariana.livejournal.com]

No worries, you already left FB over at syncalot. I hope it was just as enjoyable the second time around! ;)