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

[ninjetti75.livejournal.com]

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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part 1

[patchworkdragon.livejournal.com]

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.

[ninjetti75.livejournal.com]

Oh.

My.

*GUH*

Thank You ever so much, that was AWESOME!!

*grins maniacally*

[kinkykittens.livejournal.com]

ooh hot, I love Lance/Jesse. And toppy Jesse...oh yeah!