Boys16

Justin sighed happily, wrapping a towel around his waist and sitting on the toilet seat while Lance shaved. He knew he should be getting dressed, but instead he found his eyes wandering to Lance's half-naked body, clad in only a towel. Up his short, but strong legs, and lingering on his perfectly round ass. Justin wiped the drool off of his chin and decided to move on before he got hard again. His eyes traveled up Lance's toned back, memorizing every curve. Justin realized he was staring, but he didn't care. After all, they were lovers now ... right?

Justin frowned in thought. 'What are we?' he thought. 'Maybe not lovers. We haven't made love yet ... hell, we just got together last night! Are we boyfriends? Or maybe Lance doesn't even consider this ... *thing* we're in a real relationship.' Justin stopped himself before he got too worked up, and made a mental note to ask Lance about a few things later. For now, he had to get dressed.

Justin sighed and tightened the towel around his waist before brushing past Lance and heading for the door. Lance looked up from his shaving and noticed Justin's distressed face. He set the razor down and managed to grab his arm before he left the bathroom. Lance grabbed a towel off the rack and wiped his face off.

"Justin?"

He could tell by the faraway look in the younger man's eyes that he was thinking about something. Lance lifted Justin's chin with his finger until they were eye to eye.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked softly, tracing Justin's lips with his thumb. "Did I do something wrong?" Suddenly, Lance was nervous about everything that had occurred in the shower. "W-was it in the shower? Was I bad? God, Justin, I'm sorry. I've never been with a man and I'm sorry if I sucked ... no pun intended. It's just that I was nervous and I..."

Justin crushed his lips to Lance's, cutting off the other man's rambling. Justin licked around Lance's lips before pushing his tongue through and into Lance's mouth. He was going to show Lance just how good it had been if it took him forever. Lance pulled back, shock clearly visible on his face.

"I ... uh, you just ... can we ... wow," he breathed.

Justin smiled and kissed Lance's forehead. "I think we need to talk," he said. "Finish shaving first while I get dressed, okay?"

Lance nodded, his mind still reeling from the kiss as he took a deep breath and tried not to cut himself.

~*~
Justin rummaged through Lance's suitcase, grabbing the first shirt and pair of shorts he came across. He dropped the towel, searched the bed sheets for his boxers, and got dressed quickly. He sighed and sat down on the bed as he waited for Lance to finish.

A few minutes later, Lance came into the room and looked through his suitcase, pulling out a black shirt and jeans. Justin looked the other way as Lance dressed, not sure if he should look until they talked. He felt the bed shift, and then a warm arm creep around his waist. Justin turned in Lance's arms and smiled, wanting so bad to kiss him, but needing to talk first.

"What's up?" Lance asked.

Justin let out a breath. "Okay, here's the deal," he started. "First of all,
you were, *so* incredible in the shower. Really. I've never been with a man before either, but I think we could learn from each other."

Lance smiled. "I'd like that."

Justin nodded, a small smile creeping across his lips. "Okay," he said. "Now for the real issue here. Lance, I ... what, what are we? Exactly?"

Lance looked thoughtful. "Exactly?" Justin nodded and held his breath.

Lance chewed on his bottom lip for a few minutes, before turning to Justin. "I don't know," he said. Justin's face fell slightly and Lance rushed to finish. "I mean, I don't know what to call it." Lance shifted positions so that he and Justin were facing each other, and pressed their foreheads together. "All I know, is that I love you. Really, Justin, I don't think I've ever felt this way about anyone. So, whatever you want to call it, I'm all for it."

Justin smiled, tears shimmering in his eyes. "I don't care what we call it either," he whispered. "And, I love you too. So much."

Their lips met once again, not with passion, but with all the love they each possessed. Justin was just getting into it, when he thought of something else. He pulled back slowly, not wanting Lance to think he didn't want their kiss. Lance opened his eyes, cocking his head to the side slightly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Justin met Lance's curious gaze with one of his own. "Lance, you've had feelings for me for a while, right? I mean, longer than a few weeks?"

Lance nodded, not sure where Justin was going with this.

"So then, if you had feelings for me, if you *loved* me..." Justin tried not to appear hurt, but Lance could see it.

"What is it Justin?" he asked, not wanting to see Justin hurt any longer.

Justin looked up into Lance's caring face, not sure what to think. "If you loved me," he asked, "then why didn't you answer my letter?" Justin watched the confusion appear all over Lance's face, and he knew the answer before Lance said it.

"What letter?"