It wasn’t something he’d ever imagined doing. Well, not more than once and definitely not more than say- three times. But damned if it hadn’t crossed his mind more than a gazillion times since that night. The one where he’d gone out with Lance and his ‘man pals’ to a club. Where Lance had dressed in leather pants so tight that Chris was willing to admit they might encase something finer than the FKA. Admitted it several times actually. Chris hadn’t drank much either, just listened to the pounding bass, sipped on a cocktail and enjoyed the view. It was a nice view. He had lost track of Lance in the crowd again and he raised his glass to his mouth while his eyes scanned the strobe lit room. The tingle was the first clue, the one that either directly preceded or occurred simultaneously with the warm breath across his ear.
“You remember when you guys sat Justin and me down to show us how to masturbate the right way?” the soft laugh slid along his skin and directly into the pit of Chris’s stomach. “Y’all had that damned banana and the bottle of lube because lube is very important.”
Chris thought his laugh sounded pretty normal. “You don’t want to make yourself raw. That kills the whole mood.” he managed.
“I had fantasies of you for months after that.” that voice was surely liquid sex. “Doing yourself with me watching. Showing me how it was done.”
That feeling was very definitely not in his stomach anymore. It was somewhere decidedly tighter and more sensitive. “Yeah well, many have fantasized before you and many will after.” he tried for arrogant and came up with a whisper.
Lance had to move closer to be able to hear him. His laugh came from deep in his chest and rumbled against Chris’s back where he was leaning. He took a breath. “So do it for me.” Lance paused as Chris turned his head a little in surprise. “Let me watch.”
He’d hit the mother lode. Lance, who he’d watched grow up into a fine leather encased man, was asking him, who no longer regarded Lance as jail bait, for... wait a minute. “So what do I get out of it?” Chris couldn’t let the bugger think he was too willing now.
If Chris had thought that was going to give him the upper hand he was wrong. Lance was smart. “Whatever you want.” he shrugged, mouth curving into a sinfully delicious smile.
Chris raised an eyebrow. Well if Lance was gonna offer all that up then... “Sure, why not?” he stood and stretched. “So, my place or yours Bass-man?”
“Yours.” Lance let his eyes move over Chris.
The short nod was all the answer Chris gave as he turned on his heel and walked out of the club. Lance paid the tab and followed.
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man eph... you're hitting all my buttons tonight.
Date: 2005-07-26 04:35 pm (UTC)“You remember when you guys sat Justin and me down to show us how to masturbate the right way?” the soft laugh slid along his skin and directly into the pit of Chris’s stomach. “Y’all had that damned banana and the bottle of lube because lube is very important.”
Chris thought his laugh sounded pretty normal. “You don’t want to make yourself raw. That kills the whole mood.” he managed.
“I had fantasies of you for months after that.” that voice was surely liquid sex. “Doing yourself with me watching. Showing me how it was done.”
That feeling was very definitely not in his stomach anymore. It was somewhere decidedly tighter and more sensitive. “Yeah well, many have fantasized before you and many will after.” he tried for arrogant and came up with a whisper.
Lance had to move closer to be able to hear him. His laugh came from deep in his chest and rumbled against Chris’s back where he was leaning. He took a breath. “So do it for me.” Lance paused as Chris turned his head a little in surprise. “Let me watch.”
He’d hit the mother lode. Lance, who he’d watched grow up into a fine leather encased man, was asking him, who no longer regarded Lance as jail bait, for... wait a minute. “So what do I get out of it?” Chris couldn’t let the bugger think he was too willing now.
If Chris had thought that was going to give him the upper hand he was wrong. Lance was smart. “Whatever you want.” he shrugged, mouth curving into a sinfully delicious smile.
Chris raised an eyebrow. Well if Lance was gonna offer all that up then... “Sure, why not?” he stood and stretched. “So, my place or yours Bass-man?”
“Yours.” Lance let his eyes move over Chris.
The short nod was all the answer Chris gave as he turned on his heel and walked out of the club. Lance paid the tab and followed.