popslash_lollipops | Chris / ??

Hi - I'm just having a look through the, hm, back catalogue, and it seems to me that if you're still in the mood for a bit of Chris self-love *pauses for laughter, because who wouldn't be?* you might like to try going here:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/pensnest/2392.html

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.

The ride to his place wasn’t what he would call awkward but Chris babbled the whole way. Not that it meant anything. Chris was always talking about something or another. He just usually didn’t have Lance talking back in that deep throaty voice. Or really he never had to actively swerve his thoughts away from the subjects Lance and deep throat while in Lance’s presence. Not that it helped his pants fit any better either way. There was an unusual quiet on the way into the house however, the snick of the lock audible in the hall.

Chris turned and took a breath in, surprised that Lance was as close as he was. Cocky kid wasn’t he? “So Lance... where do you want me?” easily sidestepping the taller man grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head as he walked into the larger room. “I hope you weren’t expecting a strip tease because I’m way to horny for that.” he tossed the shirt over the coffee table and turned to look at Lance expectantly, kicking his flops off while he waited.

It was Lance’s turn to hesitate and take a breath, eyes darkening a little as he surveyed the room. Then he nodded to the brushed suede chair. “There.”

Chris nodded and he undid his jeans and stepped out of them looking up as Lance turned out one of the lights and cast most of the room in shadow. He did watch Lance as his thumbs hooked under the waist band of his shorts pushing them down over his hips. He tried to swallow and found that his mouth was dry as Lance’s gaze swept over him.

He sat down in the chair awkward at first, uncomfortable but unbelievably turned on. Then he saw Lance wet his lips with his tongue as he sat on the couch across from him. It was like the sexual temperature in the room shot up and burst the thermometer. Chris’s confidence came back as he watched Lance’s expression turn in anticipation. His cock twitched in answer to Lance’s adjusting himself in the leather pants.

Chris’s hand slid from his thigh to brush through the dark curly hair at the base of his erection. A pleased smile curving his lips as he saw Lance lean forward just slightly. He drew one finger along the side of the shaft, his cock once again twitching towards the stimulation, before placing his thumb and index finger on either side and slowly moving them up and down.

He relaxed back in the chair, spreading his leg, getting more comfortable. One foot raising to rest on the edge of the coffee table. Chris watched Lance then. Taking his cues from the other man’s body language while he still could. He couldn’t remember what they’d done in the ‘lessons’ but he knew what he liked. The other hand sliding between his legs to gently squeeze his balls together. Hips rolling as he did so. Lance moaned low and then tried to hide it by clearing his throat. Chris smiled and put his hand around his hardness and started the slow thrust up into it and watched Lance try to swallow.

To say it wasn’t hot would have been a lie. Chris definitely wasn’t able to do so anyway. The best part of this wasn’t that he was jerking off in front of Lance, it watching Lance reacting to it.
Chris’s breathing became shallower as his movements on his cock became quicker. His eyes closed and tilted back on the chair back as he altered between long slow thrusts and quick flicks of the wrist. His body fighting between coming and holding off until he couldn’t stand it anymore. The panting turning into moaning as he squeezed and released. When Lance growled his name he looked over wild eyed and close to the edge. The look on Lance’s face was enough to make him come. Head jerking back, eyes closing, body trembling with his release, hand loosely circling his sensitive cock as his body relaxed. Pleasure sliding through him in small pulsing waves.

Chris lay there until his skin cooled underneath the ceiling fan, his body calmed and he sighed. Opening his eyes he saw nothing but an empty space where Lance had been and tried to quell the disappointment. Closing his eyes again he thought evil thoughts... well if Lance deep throating him in punishment for leaving was evil. Before the cloth hit him on the chest and they snapped open again.

Lance stood there watching him with amusement. “I think if the original lesson had been anything like that I would have realized much sooner that I wanted to do naughty things with you.”

Chris’s mouth opened and he was momentarily speechless but caught up and his mouth curved in a wide grin “Bass if you have to call sex ‘naughty things’ then you are definitely too young to experience any more of Chris Kirkpatrick.”

It was Lance’s turn to grin as Chris rattled on about his many assets. This was going to be fun.

wow.

just simply wow.

very nice visuals there, Jo.

Mmmmmm.

Thanks Rav!! I was so hoping people would find it yummy.

Oh man Jo.

I think I need a moment here.

That was damn hot!

Hee hee... Even though it wasn't TrickC? Hmmm. Must be a chris thang! LOL.

and you say I'm hitting *your* buttons! *ahem*

That? Was delicious.

I'll just be ... over here ...

I'm so glad you liked it!

Damn! Gonna have good dreams when I go to sleep today. Thank you!

you are very welcome. I aim to please.

That was just... fine!

Thank you! I have a thing for solo and watchers. It's SO hot.

Ahem! Speechless here. That was, very. Very! Hot!!!

I love that you liked it! And ooooo icon perfection! that's beautiful.

How could you not like such hotness! And thank you, I'm rather fond of it myself :-)

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man eph... you're hitting all my buttons tonight.

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