The window was open and the cold, German winter air filtered in the room. The scents of sweat and sex were muted with the icy wind while providing air to two rather exhausted and overheated boy band members.
Here, a rather young and bleached Lance Bass lays his head on the chest of an older member of the group, JC Chasez. The blue-eyed man runs his hands through the younger man’s hair as they are nearly lulled to sleep by the songs of each other’s breath.
“Wow.” JC chuckles at the deep voiced proclamation. He kisses the younger man’s forehead and pulls him into a tighter embrace to his body. “Yeah. Very ‘wow.’”
Lance stays quiet. He doesn’t want to let his youth and lack of experience ruin the moment. Yet he is scared out of his mind. What will his parents say? Will he go to hell? The most important question...after this, what happens?
Lance is nearly asleep when he feels JC squeeze his shoulder. “Lance?” The blond makes a sound of affirmation. JC runs his hand up and down the pale back and up into the bright hair. “I think I love you.”
Lance smiles against JC’s warm skin. “Is that a problem?” Lance shakes his head and nuzzles the older man’s flat stomach. “Nah. Mind putting up with a young, dorky little virgin like me?” JC chuckles. “You don’t qualify as a virgin after that, babe.” Lance shrugs and chuckles. “Then, no, I don’t think there’s a problem.”
In a twin sized bed with starchy sheets and an open window, two young men fall asleep in a foreign country, still somewhat foreign to each other but knowing that would soon change.
Funny ones? That's my best Lance icon... I don't have any funny ones really... a few Jesse McCartney ones, but that's all. I haven't had time to look for some good pictures to make them from.
i made you a basez because...yes
Date: 2005-06-20 05:21 pm (UTC)Here, a rather young and bleached Lance Bass lays his head on the chest of an older member of the group, JC Chasez. The blue-eyed man runs his hands through the younger man’s hair as they are nearly lulled to sleep by the songs of each other’s breath.
“Wow.” JC chuckles at the deep voiced proclamation. He kisses the younger man’s forehead and pulls him into a tighter embrace to his body. “Yeah. Very ‘wow.’”
Lance stays quiet. He doesn’t want to let his youth and lack of experience ruin the moment. Yet he is scared out of his mind. What will his parents say? Will he go to hell? The most important question...after this, what happens?
Lance is nearly asleep when he feels JC squeeze his shoulder. “Lance?” The blond makes a sound of affirmation. JC runs his hand up and down the pale back and up into the bright hair. “I think I love you.”
Lance smiles against JC’s warm skin. “Is that a problem?” Lance shakes his head and nuzzles the older man’s flat stomach. “Nah. Mind putting up with a young, dorky little virgin like me?” JC chuckles. “You don’t qualify as a virgin after that, babe.” Lance shrugs and chuckles. “Then, no, I don’t think there’s a problem.”
In a twin sized bed with starchy sheets and an open window, two young men fall asleep in a foreign country, still somewhat foreign to each other but knowing that would soon change.
Re: i made you a basez because...yes
Date: 2005-06-20 10:29 pm (UTC)Re: i made you a basez because...yes
Date: 2005-06-22 11:59 am (UTC)Re: i made you a basez because...yes
Date: 2005-06-22 01:34 pm (UTC)