FirstSight8

lance picked justin up exactly at 7:00 p.m. justin was expecting the
car-ride back to lance's place to be awkward, but it really wasn't. they laughed and talked just like they always had, before the kissing had started.

when they got to lance's, justin sat on the couch in front of the tv while lance grinned and went to find them something to drink. alone for a moment, justin thoughts turned toward how the kissing with lance had come about. he closed his eyes, and smiled, remembering.

they'd both been early to rehearsal, and lance had caught him off guard that morning with his bright green eyes and his quick smile. justin's inner monologue had become monetarily disabled, and he had let slip to lance something to the effect of "god i want you."

"that's funny, j," lance had replied, coming closer and letting his voice drop even lower into a sexy almost-growl, "i was just thinking the same thing."

then, it had happened.

justin had trembled a little as lance's sweet, pink lips had met justin's
own. justin had thought that his heart would burst out of his chest, it was beating so hard. faces flushed, the two had kissed for blissful seconds before separating. justin remembered feeling lance's hands in his curls, lance's tongue along his jaw, lance's teeth on his earlobe. justin sighed.

it hadn't been his first kiss: he'd kissed britney on the set of MMC, and jc, too -- with that thought, justin's mind skidded to a halt. [jc. my god. i had almost forgotten], he thought, but then he looked over at lance, who had just come back with two cokes. justin let the thought about jc slide. it was easy to do while lance was looking at him like that.

"i looked for something stronger," lance said, "but coke was the best i could do."

justin laughed and said, "something stronger sounds like fun, but where would you get it? you're only 16."

"yeah, 16 but with [connections], baby."

justin laughed again. he didn't doubt that lance was telling the truth, but his angel-green eyes and quick smile did not help him look old enough to drink. "i think i could get drunk just on you," justin said as coyly as he could, all but batting his long eyelashes at lance.

it was lance's turn to laugh. "you ever been drunk, j?" he asked, then he added, "god i hope not!"

justin shook his head. "no, you?"

"nope, though i did have some champagne at my aunt's wedding last summer."

"was it good?"

"yeah, kinda. it was fizzy but not like soda, i don't know. yeah, it was ok. it kinda made me feel like i was floating around."

"i can't wait till i'm older," justin pouted, "kids like jc and chris get to
have all the fun cause they're so old! i hate being such a baby."

"you're not a baby, j," lance said to soothe him. he scooted closer to
justin on the couch and set his coke down on the table. taking justin's hands in his, lance asked, "what do you want that you can't have, baby?"

justin spoke so softly that lance had to strain to hear him, but when he did, he blushed. "you," was all justin said.

lance didn't look at justin for fear of giving away how much he'd wanted to hear that. time passed and the silence between the pair grew awkward, but still lance didn't drop justin's hands from his own. after a long pause, lance said, just as softly, "what makes you think you can't have me?"

as their eyes met, lance twined his fingers with justin's. justin asked,
incredulous, "you don't think i'm too young? i'm just a baby..."

"you can be my baby any day, j. besides, i'm 'too young' too. we can be too young together. the babies. will you be my baby, j?" lance finished, leaning in to nibble on justin's earlobe again.

it was justin's turn to blush. "yes," he hissed as his heart took off once more with lance's lips on his neck. lance kissed his way back to justin's mouth. between kisses, which were baby soft and not the least bit demanding, justin told lance, "i've wanted this since the day i first saw you, for real i think this is love at first sight."

"who am i to question such a grand thing," lance answered with a smile, "let's take our chances together."

"ok, lance, baby, ok."

lance took his cue and kissed justin again, this time more insistently his tongue nudged against justin's who willingly gave lance access. [right or wrong but never uncertain], justin thought. he kissed lance back, doing things he'd never done before, but regardless he was terribly excited. he was also glad lance was older than him -- maybe lance had some idea of what should happen next.

lance [did] have some idea, and justin let him lead the way. justin sighed into lance's kisses, he tugged off his shirt when lance asked him to, he shucked off his pants, his shoes, his socks, and his underwear at lance's bidding. when justin stood there naked in front of him, blushing a little -- more from pleasure than anything else -- lance remembered how young the boy was.

part of lance didn't care. he wanted justin and had wanted him since that first night in justin's bed, and that seemed -- to the horny part of his brain -- to be enough justification for doing [whatever] he wanted with this boy. the other part, however, was chagrined that justin was as young as he was. lance wanted him, and he knew that justin [thought] he wanted lance, but he wasn't sure justin knew what he wanted. not for real, anyway, because it was obvious that justin was trusting lance completely in the situation, and that he had no experience at all of his own to draw upon. lance sat there, still mostly dressed and painfully aroused, watching justin watch him,
and he wrestled with his thoughts.

justin knew what lance was thinking. he was hurt that once again his age had the potential to ruin what he wanted, so, mostly without thinking and certainly without being told to do it by lance, justin closed the distance between them and sat down on lance's lap, straddling him and kissing him hard. feeling lance's hard cock underneath him, justin wiggled around a little against lance's lap and he was rewarded by a breathy moan from lance and a pleasant sensation in his own nether-regions as he wiggled. so he did it some more, and he licked and nibbled at lance's neck.

"stop, justin," lance panted, "whoa, baby, stop."

justin stopped at looked at lance, dazed. "why stop?"

"because if you don't i'm going to shoot my load in my pants." justin
grinned and lance sighed. "we need to talk, j."

"we do? i thought people did this without talking."

lance shook his head. "do you know what you're doing, justin?"

"yes. no. i think so. well, i know i want this, whatever it is."

"you want me to make you cum, justin? is that what you want?"

justin nodded, swallowing. even just hearing lance say that was making him harder. then he remembered that he wanted lance to feel good, too, so he said, "i want to make you cum, too, lance."

lance laughed, "just looking at you make me almost cum, j, you don't need to worry about that."

justin blushed, and lance kissed him, cupping his hand against one of
justin's buttocks and squeezing gently. "so you think you know what you want?" lance asked, and justin sort of nodded and sort of shook his head.

"i want what you can give me, lance. i just want you."

"i think that can be arranged," lance whispered, his voice husky and his mind made up. [i'm going to burn in hell for this], he told himself, [so i'm going to make it worth it.]