Lance/Justin, BadAss!Lance

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If you have seen Lance's skit on Jay Leno...

Please, I'd love a fic where Lance has to kidnap Justin. Thank you.

Edit: In case you didn't see the skit. Lance is being followed around by paparazzi and ducks into a drug store. The Paparazzi think he's going to give them the slip and sneak out the back of the store. Lance comes running out with a gun and a bag of money. He shoots at the store owner who basically yells that he's just been robbed by Lance Bass. The paparazzi ask him what he's doing, since he's rich. Lance says he loves the rush. He tries to take rob them of their cameras and eventually tries to car jack some guy, but ends up kidnapping him, because Lance doesn't know how to drive a stick shift... (That last part actually sounds funny, now that I type it.)

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Jolting, uncomfortable, with his tightly-bound wrists stuck out awkwardly in front of him and his loosely-bound ankles clashing with every bump in the road, Justin stared blindly into the blackness of the hood over his head and listened to the frantic beating of his own heart. He wouldn't beg. He would not.

Eventually, the car stopped. The door opened, and hands reached in to haul him awkwardly out by the shoulders. Justin shivered in his T-shirt. It had been late, he'd been coming home from an industry party, it must be the middle of the night now. Where was he? The car seemed to have driven for hours, but he had no idea how long he'd really been there, helpless on the back seat. Even if he could have seen his Omega, it wasn't on his wrist any more. It had a tracking device.

Urged along, he shuffled forward, prodded by cold metal at his back. Over gravel, up steps, inside, along a wooden floor—his sneakers squeaked on the polished smoothness. Eventually, onto his knees on a carpet, and resting his arms on something wide and cool, leather, it felt like, maybe a leather couch?

Justin's breathing was loud in his own ears, and it was too hot under the hood. If he could only see…

Justin realized he could spread his ankles, they weren't tied up any longer. He could run, maybe, if he could figure out where to go. His kidnapper was straddling him now, standing close behind him with thighs pressed against Justin's shoulders. Then the pressure eased, the back of the hood peeled upwards and there was warm breath on Justin's neck. His skin prickled.

A low whisper in his ear. "You going to be good?" Justin's breath caught. He nodded. And he felt teeth close carefully on the back of his neck. He whimpered and dropped his head. His kidnapper's hands pressed their way down his sides, slid under his T-shirt , hot on his quivering skin.

Justin's knees felt like jelly, and he slumped forward with his hooded face on his bound hands, but the kidnapper pulled at his hips and forced them back against his own crotch, a hard ridge against the seam of Justin's pants, and he was unbuttoning Justin's pants now, shoving them down, any further and they'd rip, now the boxers, and they did rip, he could feel the chill on his flesh as the silk tore. Hot hands on his ass, now, and Justin clenched his jaw shut, he would not beg, he would not, not even when a cold-slicked finger slid inside, two fingers, slow and deep. He would not beg, even at the unmistakeable rustle of the condom wrapper, the blunt heat at his ass, though when his kidnapper's cock pushed into him he couldn't help the groan and the gasp for breath.

He didn't beg, he didn't think he begged, only it was impossible not to scream, at the end, caught between fierce thrusts and the strong hand stripping his cock until his orgasm jetted out. Then he slumped, and fought for breath against the stifling hood until it slipped off and he rested his face sideways against his clenched fists and gulped in air.

*

"Did you really have a gun?"

"Yeah. I checked three times to be sure it wasn't loaded." Lance's fingers played lightly in Justin's just-growing hair. "But it—was it what you wanted?"

"God, yes." Justin rolled sideways for a kiss. "Thank you, baby. It was perfect."

[blueboxers.livejournal.com]

OMG! That was great. I loved it. Thank you.

[pensnest]

Glad I could oblige! It's nice to find a prompt that inspired me.

[blueboxers.livejournal.com]

*hugs* Me too.

[augustandsept.livejournal.com]

Love it!

[pensnest]

Thank you!