Lambs

[grapekitten.livejournal.com]

AU Where Lance is a rich kid and falls head over heels for Justin who is raised on the wrong side of the tracks.

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Club night

[blueboxers.livejournal.com]

Hi, I hope this is ok that I try my hand at writing it. I hope I got it close to what you wanted.... *crosses finger and prays*

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The music was loud and the 21 and under club was packed it’s normal customers. In the middle of the dance floor was non-other than the embodiment of sex, Justin. With his six pack abs, plump pecs, and alluring eyes, there wasn’t a single gay teen in the club that would turn him down. There he swayed with the crowd to the beat of the music, sweat dripping down from his short shaved, brown hair, over his pecs and pierced nipple, and down between the ridges of his perfect abs. He was 19-years-old and never left without a playmate.

When the music stopped, Justin made his way over to the bar and ordered a bottle of water. After taking a large gulp, he poured the rest over his steaming head and chest. The only things he wore were a pair of ripped jeans and worn sneakers.

Justin smack the empty bottle down, which bounced off the counter and on to the floor. Justin yells at the relief of cooling down and turns to see he has an audience, particularly a spiky blond haired guy about his age standing next to him.

Justin takes some time to check out the blond. The guy is hot, not ‘Justin hot,’ but definitely hot in his own right. The blond has beautiful sea green eyes, and a smooth pale complexion, all wrapped up in a suit that costs more than Justin makes in a year. Definitely no comparable to Justin’s second hand store jeans.

“Slumming it?” Justin muses as he pushed the rich boy back against the bar counter, leaning in and rest his hands on either side of the blond on the counter.

The blond couldn’t reply, he was too lost in Justin’s baby blue eyes.

Justin laughed, “Justin.”

“What?” the confused blond replied.

“My name, it’s Justin,” The brunette arrogantly replied as he leaned farther in and licked the rim of the blond’s ear.

“Oh,” came the stunned reply, “I’m James, but all my friends call me Lance.”

“Well, Lance. I can be a really good ‘friend’,” Justin whispered as he began placing soft kisses on Lance’s neck.

Pulling back, Justin hooks his index finger on the knot of Lance’s tie and begins to loosen it. Leaving the tie loosely around the blond’s neck, Justin unbuttons the top three buttons of Lance’s white dress shirt. After placing a kiss on Lance’s chest, Justin asks, “So, why don’t we go back to your place and becomes... ‘Friends’?”

All Lance can do is lead Justin out of the club and too his car.

Re: Club night

[grapekitten.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhh. . . I like it! You did wonderful. It was really close to what I had in mind.

Re: Club night

[blueboxers.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it! Try this on for size, it's Lance's POV. Think of it as part 2....
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Lance’s POV

It had been two months since Lance first came to this 21 and under gay club, on a dare with his best friend Nick. It was all for a laugh, two rich boys slumming it in the white trash part of town. They were both surprised to find a popular club there.

Two months and Lance kept coming back every Friday... no not to ‘slum it.’ It was that first night that Lance saw the object of his obsession. This guy was hot! Everything about him oozed sex, whether it was his shortly shaved, brown hair, his crystal blue eyes, perfect pecs, tight six pack abs, the way he torn jeans hugged his butt like a second skin, or the way he moved with the music.

At 21, Lance didn’t have a reason to start drinking, but after a month pf being too scared to go up to the sexy guy, Lance thought a little alcohol might hold the courage he lacked. But after yet another month had past and Lance still didn’t have it in him to go up to him. The only thing drinking got him was the dancer’s name from the bartender.

Justin... that was the name Lance finally had to place with the visions of his obsession. And boy did Lance want him. But Lance didn’t think he had anything someone as hot as Justin would want.

Then ‘IT’ happened. Justin came off the dance floor, soaked in sweat, shirtless as usual and in the jeans that were ripped just under the cheeks of his ass, proving he didn’t wear any underwear, and Justin ordered a bottle of water. There he was standing in front of Lance!

Time slowed for Lance as he watched Justin’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed a gulp of water. Lance couldn’t look away...

Then one of Lance’s wet dreams came true; Lance’s sexy obsession showered himself with the last of the water. Lance almost came right there in his pants.

And then blue and green eyes locked...

Re: Club night

[grapekitten.livejournal.com]

Wow. . . That was cool. Beautifully written if I might add.