popslash_lollipops | Lassie!!! (Lance/Jessie. Yes. Jessie)

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OK, everybody saw the adorable Ivy pics of these two lovely boys this week, yes?

I'd love some sweet & smutty riding-high-after-temmpting-fate-posing-for-the-paprazzi Lance/Jessie lovin'!

And bonus points for working in how hot both of their pecs look in those tee shirts...

*droooooooool*

Thanks!

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The drive home was quiet, in that pleasant, post meal sort of a way. Once they were well clear of the restaurant and its flock of paparazzi, Jessie had slipped his hand onto Lance's thigh, and Lance's forearm brushed against Jesse's wrist whenever he changed gears. There didn't seem to be any need for words.
As they waited for the gate to open, Lance looked over at Jessie. He was smiling a little, seemingly mesmerized by the iron gate moving across the driveway. But his fingers had moved a bit higher on Lance's leg, almost to the inseam of his jeans, and Lance knew what that little smile meant.
The silence continued as they pulled into the garage, no longer comfortable. Now it was like the silence right before the fireworks started, holding your breath to keep from missing the first spark,
Lance walked quickly around the front of the car, wanting to get inside, upstairs, to the bed. But Jessie was there, right in front of him, ginning like a cat, and he knew they would not make it to the bedroom this time. Jessie reached out, and Lance closed his eyes, waiting for the familiar hand around the back of his neck, tipping him up for a kiss. But instead he felt a hand on his chest, and he opened his eyes. Jessie was stroking his chest, hands mapping his pecs, eyes devouring him through his tight t-shirt.
"Wanted to do this all fucking day," Jessie growled before bowing his head to bite at Lance's nipples through the shirt. Lance moaned, arching his back and almost losing his balance, and Jessie spun him around, pushing him up against the car.
Lance let himself be pushed up onto hood of the car, ignoring the windshield wiper scraping on his neck. The only thing that mattered was the way Jessie looked at him, like he was a feast on a silver platter. "Wanted to do this right in front of the cameras," Jessie continued, his hands pulling at Lance's nipples through the now damp cloth, shooting sparks straight down into his pants. "What would they think of that, you fans, what would they thing if they could see you now, all laid out like this, just begging for it?"
Lance moaned, and reached for his fly, but Jessie's hands circled his writs, pushing his arm up above his head. "No. Mine." Jessie said, and something inside Lance snapped.
"Please, Jess, need you," he begged. "I'm yours, anything, just touch me before I die."
Jessie's grin turned even more predatory. "I think you need to learn your lesson. You were teasing me, waving that ass around in front of the cameras, looking at me like that. Now it's your turn. Keep your hands up there." Lance nodded, curling his fingers over the ridge above the windshield, eyes wide as he watched Jessie's hands moving on his fly.

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He wanted to reach down, to sink his hands into that soft hair, or even better, to get his pants open faster than the teasingly slow pace Jessie was setting. The button was open, but the zipper was still there, stiff and uncomfortable against his hard-on. "Please, Jess, do something, anything."
Jessie did, but rather than freeing Lance from his jeans he pushed the t-shirt up, bunching it under Lance's arms. "Oh, yeah," he said, "got you good." Looking down at the red bite marks around his nipples, Lance agreed.
"Please, baby," he begged. "Please touch me." He couldn't help thrusting his hips upward, Jessie's face was so close, so right there, and just a few more inches was all he needed.
"Naughty boy, you're being punished, remember?" Jessie said, looking far more pleased than stern. He grabbed Lances hips, and without opening the zipper yanked the jeans down to his thighs. Lance gasped as the zipper scraped over tender skin and thought that this was a punishment he could live with, because he knew what came next, wand anything was worth the feel of that mouth.
He was surprised when Jessie pulled at his hips, twisting him around, and he nearly lost a finger before he realized he had to let go because he was being flipped over. He lay panting with his face against the glass, feet braced on the bumper and dick pressed against the almost painfully warm hood of the car, and listened to the familiar snap of tearing plastic. He moaned, unable to believe that Jessie would do this, was doing it, was getting ready to fuck him over the hood of his car. Looking through the fog of his breath on the windshield, he thought incongruously that he'd forgotten to pick up the bag with his mother's gift from the back seat, but that thought was chased out by the cold shock of a lubed finger pressing into him. He pushed back against it, forcing himself to relax and accept the intrusion, and was rewarded when the finger was replaced with the blunt presence of Jessie's cock.
"Quit fucking around," he growled, knowing exactly what that tone of voice would do. And just like always, Jessie moaned, cursing as he pushed in hard fast burning yes, and Lance bit his lip to keep from screaming. He lost his sense of reality then, there was nothing but the white-hot heat pushing into him, splitting him open, and slick metal of the hood against his cock. It could have gone on for hours or days or just minutes, but the sparks were building up, each new burst of light coming so fast his vision had no time to clear. When Jessie's teeth sank into his shoulder, he cried out, hips pumping wildly as he lost control, his vision blanking out as he came with Jessie's cry of completion in his ear.
He was vaguely aware of being pulled down to stand on the ground, of his shirt being stripped off, of being pulled close and showered with kisses. When he could hear something other than his own blood rushing through his ears, he smiled up at Jessie. "I'll have to tease you more often, if that's the result."
Jessie blushed, and Lance's smile widened. It was so adorable how Jessie was always so embarrassed after he went all dom on Lance. "That was so good, babe," he said with a kiss before slipping out from under Jessie's arm and heading for the door. "But you are going to wash my car, right?"
His laugh was interrupted when his t-shirt hit him in the face.
"Already taking care of," Jessie said, and Lance grimaced as he pulled the sticky shirt off his face.
"You little bitch," he said fondly, "I guess you need to be punished next."
"Promises, promises," Jessie called over his shoulder as he disappeared into the house.
Lance grinned as he began to plan his revenge.