| Bare Necessities |
| The first time you saw Lance naked, you swore it would be the last. After all, you weren't that lucky. You just had awful timing. The first time had been after a concert. You were in such a rush to get back to the hotel, change, and party with hot dancers and cheap booze that you weren't thinking of much else. You had planned on taking a separate car instead of waiting forever for the others to get on the bus, but you forgot your wallet in the dressing room. Silly you. Picturing a short blonde with slim hips rubbing up against you, man or woman, you weren't picky, you licked your lips and sprinted for the dressing room. Never being one to knock unless you thought you had to, you threw open the door and jogged inside. You didn't find your wallet, but what you did find you sure as hell wouldn't forget. There was Lance, standing in front of the mirror, in all his glory. You stood perfectly still, stunned into submission. Your eyes were as wide as saucers and hell if you couldn't *make* yourself look away from certain lower regions of his body. When he coughed loudly and moved to stand in front of a nearby desk, you were jolted out of your silence and immediately flushed a bright red. "I, uh, I just ... sorry," you said, stumbling over your words. You couldn't even look him in the eye, you were so embarrassed. "It's okay," he said, and if possible you turned even redder from the obvious amusement in his voice. "Were you looking for something in particular, or just me?" You wanted to die, but managed to shove your hands into your pockets and shrug. "My wallet," you said to the floor. You heard something swish through the air, and then saw your wallet hit the ground in front of you. Bending down to pick it up, you resisted the urge to glance up at him. "Thanks," you mumbled, and quickly walked towards the door. You heard him laugh and turn around, and knew that he would never let you forget this. When you reached the exit, you sighed in relief. As you left though, you made sure to turn around to close the door. ~*~ The second time you caught Lance in his birthday suit was, coincidentally, on his birthday. After you, Chris, Joey and JC had surprised him with a big birthday bash (although you were all pretty sure he all ready knew) he disappeared sometime between Diane's embarrassing baby photos and cake. You had bought him two gifts; one he opened with the others, a gorgeous leather planner for his appointments and important meetings, and one you hid away for him to open later. When Joey and Chris decided to have a contest to see who could spit cherry pits into the punch bowl from farthest away, you decided now would be a good time. JC wasn't around, so you didn't feel too guilty about leaving someone else to clean up the mess. You wove through all of the people in his living room and made your way upstairs. You figured he had to be up there somewhere, and in only one of two rooms. After checking his work studio, you figured he must be in his bedroom. Not always the brightest crayon in the box, you once again just walked right on in without knocking. Boy did you get an eyeful that time. You realized JC must have had the same idea to save another gift for Lance later, because there he was on top of him, thrusting in and out of a sweaty and moaning Lance as he grunted "Happy birthday baby boy" over and over again. The visual itself nearly made you come in your pants, right there in the doorway. When you realized that you were once again staring at Lance, and that the two men had obviously not noticed your entrance, you backed slowly out of the room and shut the door softly behind you. Rushing into the bathroom and turning on the faucet, you splashed a few handfuls of water on your face and left it running as you sat down on the closed lid of the toilet. After your erratic heartbeat calmed a bit, you looked down at the front of your pants and groaned. Just perfect. You just caught your best friends getting freaky in the bedroom, and now you had a painfully hard erection that was *not* about to go away any time soon. Closing your eyes and picturing Lance's hard, sweaty body, rocking slightly as JC fucked him, you unzipped your jeans and slid your hand inside. Pushing your boxers down far enough, you grabbed your cock and stroked long and hard. You turned up the faucet water full speed and flipped the fan on to cover up the sound of your loud moans as your mind flashed pictures of JC and Lance naked back and forth in your mind. You hissed as you came, long and hard into your hand. Sighing and slumping down to catch your breath, you tried to recall the last time a release felt that good without sex involved. You couldn't think of one. ~*~ After you walked in on JC and Lance, you did your best to avoid any situation where you might accidentally walk in one or both of them again. You dressed quickly after each concert, focusing on a spot on the wall as you dressed and never taking your eyes off of it, and you never used the bathroom in any place other than your own hotel room. When the room rotations got to where you and Lance would have to share a hotel room, with no way out of it, you panicked. You bitched and yelled and stomped your feet, but Johnny wouldn't budge. Sighing dejectedly, you headed back to you room and slept until concert time. The concert was okay that night, but a little weird. Things almost seemed to go in reverse. Lance was crazy as hell, bouncing around and shaking his booty all over the stage. You were tempted to hop off the stage and take a seat in the front row to watch him, but you didn't think that would go over to well with everyone else. You were good, as always, but not trying as hard. You were a bit more laid back than usual, choosing to put your soul into the ballads instead of your body into the fast songs. When you returned to the hotel, for once not completely drenched in sweat and with your curls matted in knots to your forehead, you smiled and thought about maybe trying the laid back routine again sometime. Lance entered the room about twenty minutes after you, whistling to himself and was he ... yes, he was *skipping*. Shaking your head at him, you flipped through the channels on your TV as you watched him out of the corner of your eye. He was digging through his suitcase looking for fresh clothes. "Going out tonight?" you asked him, faking a casual tone of voice. "Nah," he said, pulling out a pair of sweatpants. He glanced up at you. "You?" You pretended to think about it, rubbing your chin for effect. "Nah, I think I'll stay in tonight," you said, flopping back on the bed and looking at him upside-down. He just grinned at you and shook his head. "Whatever you say J," he said, winking at you. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower." You nodded, pretending to be looking for animals in the ceiling patterns instead of thinking of him in the shower. Wet. Naked. You shivered. He was out of the shower in less than twenty minutes, and it took all of the energy you had left in you not to turn and stare at him. You sat up in bed and turned up the volume on MTV, needing something loud and distracting to focus on. You felt the bed shift next to you, and the smell of soap and vanilla body spray fill the air. You breathed in deeply and held it, waiting for something to happen. When he spoke, you jumped at how close he was. His breath tickled your hair, and you opened your mouth to giggle, but it came out as more of a breathy exhale. "Whatcha watching?" he asked. You swallowed and shrugged weakly. "J-Just some music videos." His lips brushed your ear and you bit your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. "How about looking at something more interesting?" You didn't even have time to comprehend a response, because the next thing you knew he was standing up beside the bed. As your wide eyes stared at the TV, you saw his towel fly in front of you and hit you in the face. Breathing in his scent deeply, you pulled it off your face and looked at him. He was beautiful, you knew that all ready. It's not like you had never seen him naked before ... but somehow this time was different. It was intimate, strange ... intentional. You watched him move and sit next to you on the bed. You followed his movements until you were laying down and he was straddling your waist. He sat down on your crotch, and you gasped. "Lance," you breathed, "wha-what... what..." You wanted to ask him what he was doing, and for that matter *why*, but instead you looked at him with droopy eyes and asked, "What about JC?" He grinned sunnily at you, and you held back a sigh. "I thought you'd enjoy that," he said, and your head flew up. "What?" you asked, confused. "That was for *my* benefit?" He nodded with a smile. "So ... you weren't really having sex?" Lance grinned. "Oh yeah, we were having sex." He laughed at the look on your face. "JC and I have this ... thing that we do. I can't really explain it, but basically, whenever we get lonely or just need to be held by someone, we go to each other." He shrugged. "We've been doing it for about two years now," your eyes widened, "but we stopped about six months ago when I started having ... feelings for someone." "Who?" you whispered. He smiled, but went on as if you hadn't spoken. "That time on my birthday... JC was just doing me a favor." You snorted with a lusty grin. "Some favor." He pinched your nipple, and you hissed, not sure if that was supposed to hurt you or turn you on. Either way it worked. "Anyway," he said, "I asked him to be with me so that you could ... walk in on us." He blushed. "It was probably a really stupid idea, but I guess I thought if I could turn you on you might ... um, you might..." "Yes?" He shrugged. "You know, want me." He bit his bottom lip and looked up at you. "Do you think that could happen?" he whispered. You sighed and grabbed him by the shoulders, yanking him down on top of you. "It all ready has," you whispered, and then crushed your lips against his. He responded immediately, his tongue licking at your lips like they had sugar on them. You opened your mouth and let his tongue inside, greedily sucking it in and rubbing it with your own. He moaned deeply into your mouth, and it made you shiver. When he wiggled over your crotch, you broke your mouth free to gasp for air. Running your hands up and down his back, you moaned deep down in your throat when you remembered he was naked. As if he read your mind, he pulled back with a sloppy grin. "Too much clothing," he whispered, and yanked at your shirt. You raised your arms to allow the shirt to come off, and lifted your hips when he pulled at your pants and boxers, taking them both off in one swift yank. He crawled quickly back up the bed, stretching his naked body out over yours. You sighed and pulled him closer, needing to feel every inch of your skin being covered by his. When his hand stroked its way down your stomach and between your legs, you sighed into his hair and moaned when he grabbed your hard cock. Perhaps he saw your abs quiver beneath him, or maybe he could feel your balls tightening, but he pulled his hand back up to trace a nipple. You whimpered at the loss until he kissed you softly. "We need something," he said huskily, and you wasted no time in throwing open the bedside drawer and pulling out a complimentary bottle of lotion. He took the bottle, kissed your hand, and then returned to working at your rock hard erection. When you began to thrust up to meet his hand, he stopped stroking long enough to squirt some lotion onto his hand and rub it up and down your shaft. You moaned because you were so sure you were going to be the bottom in this equation. What a nice surprise. Your eyes were closed when you felt walls closing in around your cock, and you pried your eyes open just in time to see Lance slam himself down, engulfing you inside him in one fluid motion. When your eyes met, your bodies immediately began a rhythm together, Lance meeting your thrusts and you meeting his clenches. All ready half way there when this thing started, you came first, digging your nails into his hips as you thrust up and came deep inside of him. He grunted and flung his head back, twisting his body over your cock a few times before shooting his load all over your chest and the bed. After catching his breath, he got off of you carefully and laid down beside you on the bed. "I'm sorry I didn't just tell you how I felt," he said timidly. "Maybe this wasn't the best way to say, 'Hey, I dig you. Wanna go out?'" You laughed and stroked his cheek. "Hey, I'm not complaining," you grinned, and he rolled his eyes at you with a smirk. "So," he said, seriousness on his face for a moment, "how do you feel about this? About us?" "I'm not sure I can feel much of anything right now," you moaned, and he laughed. "But... I'd like to find out." Lance nodded with a smile. "Okay. If you need some time to think it over..." "Nope," you said, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him closer. "This is all I need right here." The next time you saw Lance naked, you swore it wouldn't be the last. THE END |
| written by Robin |