Bassez

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Whoo. It's been a long time. How about some Bassez, with Lance being all protective and worried about JC? Smut will be duly appreciated, but not needed.

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Part One

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Europe made them all nervous for a variety of reasons but they were back in the States now…home turf and all that, so it surprised Lance to see Joey giving him “the look”.

That specific facial expression meant one of them was in trouble. Seriously bad, “if this ever came out in the tabloids our careers are over”, kind of trouble. Nine times out of ten it meant that someone old was hitting on Justin but since he was up in his room sick as a dog, Lance doubted that was the case tonight.

He quickly scanned the crowded party but didn’t see anything that struck him as odd. He looked back at Joey, trapped with Chris in a conversation with Lou, and shrugged. Joey’s facial expression hardened minutely and he nodded in the general direction of the bar.

Since he was still technically underage, Lance didn’t spend a lot of time at parties sitting and drinking but he could now see JC holding court at the dark end of the bar. A weasel-looking man in a cheap suit was fascinated by whatever JC was saying.

Lance couldn’t fault him for that as the older brunette continuously fascinated him. The way he moved, his smooth melodic voice, the way his lips and tongue traveled over Lance’s body when they were alone. Lance shook his head to clear away that image, not because he wanted to but because he had to focus on what was happening.

JC finished his drink and set the glass down on the bar to continue his story. The suit leaned into the bartender and ordered another round before retuning his full attention to JC. As he slid money across the bar to pay, a white envelope slipped from between the bills. The bartender glanced furtively about the room before tipping the small packet into JC’s fresh drink.

Blood began to pound in Lance’s veins. Drugs! Someone was deliberately drugging his boyfriend. He looked back at Joey and nodded curtly before stalking toward the bar. He berated himself silently. He should have known something was up. JC’s limbs were a little too fluid in their movements and his eyes a little too bright and unfocused to be merely drunk. He pushed his way through the crowd and was at JC’s side just as he lifted the glass to his lips.

“Don’t!” he whispered in JC’s ear.

“Lance,” JC purred as he turned away from the bar. “Where’ve you been?”

“Over there.” Lance motioned to the dance floor. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you.”

“You have? So sweet.” JC ran a cool hand down Lance’s cheek and around to the back of his neck, pulling the blonde closer. “I’ve been watching you, too.”

“Hmm…well maybe instead of watching me, you should have been paying attention to your glass.” Lance turned and glared at the man in the suit. “What have you been slipping him?”

The man flushed red and began to sputter indignantly. “I…never…slip him…what?”

“I saw you. The bartender put something in his drink. Something you gave him. You paid him to drug…”

The rising volume of Lance’s voice caused the party to come to a halt. Several bodyguards were at Lance’s side immediately. The bartender at least looked guilty. He didn’t make a sound as Dre pulled him from behind the bar.

“Did you?” JC slurred. His eyes tried to focus but failed even that simple task.

“He doesn’t need to answer. I saw him and Joey did, too,” Lance stated, his voice cold and tense.

Lonnie grabbed the man by the back of his jacket and yanked him, kicking and screaming, toward the door. Lance watched for a minute before turning back to find JC very pale and shaking.

“Jace?”

“Oh, sick.” JC slid off the barstool and almost collapsed. Lance grabbed him before he hit the floor and motioned for help. Mike grabbed JC and herded both him and Lance into the hallway to the elevators.

Part Two

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Damn door! Lance jammed the keycard into the lock but the light flashed back red. He gritted his teeth and tried once more to open the hotel room.

“Settle down, Bass,” Mike urged. “If you break that card off in the door we’re really screwed.”

Finally the tiny light turned green and the lock clicked open. Lance pushed his way into the room and held open the door for his bodyguard and boyfriend. JC moaned and stumbled to the bathroom, noisily emptying his stomach.

Lance followed after him not noticing or caring if Mike left the room. He ran a hand over JC’s back, noting with some degree of detachment that he was shaking.

JC slumped over onto the floor. He still felt strange…too warm and too loose. He also knew he looked a fright. A shower would help but he didn’t think it wise to try and stand on the slippery tile. He glanced up at his boyfriend and sighed. Of course, Lance was one step ahead of him.

His calculated glance assessed the situation and he started the shower before stripping down to his underwear. JC watched as pale limbs emerged from layers of denim and cotton. His stomach twisted again but in a way he was used to. Desire flared through him and instead of feeling sick he felt a little bit wicked and very horny.

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“C’mon, Jace. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Lance’s voice washed over him but didn’t calm him at all. JC struggled silently, wondering how much of his arousal was related to the drug still in his system and how much was his normal reaction to Lance. At this point, he didn’t much care.

“Lance,” JC whispered, his voice sounding needy.

“I’ll help you.” Lance pulled off JC’s shoes and socks before helping him to his feet. His fingers made quick work of any remaining garments as JC’s hands hung numbly at his sides. “Into the shower,” he said before sliding the glass door closed behind them.

Steam from the hot water made it even more difficult for JC to see Lance but he could feel him. Gentle hands guiding him under the spray, nimble fingers washing his hair, strong thighs keeping him locked in place. He felt safe and very grateful. His head was clearing but the fluttery feeling in his gut wasn’t going away. He moaned as he swayed back into Lance’s chest, his ass brushing against a clothed erection.

Lance’s eyes rolled back into his head at the brief moment of contact. He bit his lip to keep a low moan from escaping. He’d stayed partially dressed so he wouldn’t take advantage of the situation. He needed to be in control but JC was making it very difficult. He placed his hands on JC’s hips and forced the other man away from him just a bit.

JC turned around quickly, his feet tangling together and tripping him. He grabbed Lance’s biceps to steady himself and looked up into wide green eyes. He smiled, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly as he slid down to his knees.

“JC,” Lance’s voice echoed off the bathroom walls. “Stop. This isn’t the time...”

“You don’t want me?”

Lance made the mistake of looking down into eyes dark with lust. Oh, fuck, he thought to himself, not realizing he’d also said it out loud.

“We may get to that later,” JC said as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Lance’s boxer briefs, “but right now…” He pulled the wet garment down to Lance’s ankles. His hands traveled back up, over slender calf muscles and higher, to pull Lance closer to his waiting mouth.

Hot…oh…wet…perfection…

Lance’s brain shorted out as JC’s tongue traced over his skin. He placed one hand on the wall beside him for balance and the other he used to try and pull JC into a standing position. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. This wasn’t helping JC. Slick skin evaded his grasp so he placed his hand on the back of JC’s neck and tugged.

“Jace, please…”

JC watched Lance struggle to keep from coming. He opened his mouth wider and took in as much as he could, his throat working the head of Lance’s cock.

Lance screamed JC’s name as he reached his peak. He roughly pulled JC to his feet and pushed him against the cold tile where the other man rubbed against him wantonly. It wasn’t long before JC followed Lance over the edge.

They stayed in the shower just long enough to rinse away any evidence of their activities. Lance hastily draped a towel around his waist before helping JC dry off and get into bed. He pulled the blankets up to JC’s chin and planted a soft kiss on his forehead before turning back to the bathroom. Sleepy blue eyes watched his every move.

“Please come to bed,” JC begged. He lifted a hand and motioned the blonde closer until he could pull him beneath the covers. He wrapped his body around Lance’s and cuddled close until his head rested comfortably on Lance’s chest. “My hero,” he whispered.

“Always,” was the reply.

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Wow! This was longer than I thought. Typed it into Word first and it was too long for even two seperate posts.

Re: The End

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GUH. Just. Wow. Lance in charge! Blowjob in the shower! Eeeee!

That was great, thanks a lot! :)

Re: The End

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No problem. I've been thinking about this one for awhile and hoped today that no one had written anything for it yet. This started out small and morphed into an 8000+ word long monster of a fic.

It's also my second slash story written so this type of feedback gives me warm fuzzies!

Re: The End

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Ohhh - on the ball Joey and protective Lance, and drunk and pliable JC, who's adorable even with the throwing up, which is something, and - very cool!

Re: The End

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Thank you :D