PainIsLove

"Come on, get up lazy ass. It's your birthday, we HAVE to do something special," JC exclaimed stretching across the hotel bed. Lance kept his head buried into the blanket trying to hide his face.

"Lazy ass? You just get sweeter and sweeter everyday," he said peeking up from under his arms. JC turned on his side wrapping his arms tightly around Lance's waist.

"You know it," he whispered lightly nuzzling his head against Lance's exposed neck, "Now what do you want to do tonight?" Lance rolled over on his back moving JC with him so that they both looked up at the ceiling.

"We don't have to do anything, we finally have a night off, I just want to relax," he moaned shutting his eyes.

"Oh come on, I'll do anything," JC whined, surprised when Lance's eyes popped open instantly.

"Anything?" he asked his clear green eyes gleaming mischievously as he propped himself off the bed to look JC in the eyes.

"What, you got an idea or something?" JC asked intrigued.

"Well kinda, I have this dream, it might be kind of cool to try it out," Lance stumbled uncomfortably for a minute.

"Are you saying you have a fantasy, baby?" JC asked suddenly very curious as to what was running through his lover's mind.

"Yeah, I mean it's just an idea, we don't have to do it," he said calming a little when he saw JC's reaction. JC slowly placed one hand on Lance's cheek and allowed the other to run through the blonde spikes.

"There's nothing wrong with fantasies," he whispered letting his lips brush gently against Lance's, "Explain it to me," he mumbled into his mouth as they still kissed. They pulled apart slightly, JC still resting nearly on top of Lance.

"Um, ok, so it's pretty basic. I've just always thought it would be really, well, fun, I guess to tie you up on a bed and blindfold you. And well, you get the picture," Lance said looking down as his face grew flushed. JC's blue pools grew in awe as his mind still tried to comprehend what he had just heard.

"Well, funs one word for it," he swallowed, "Erotic is a whole other."
"Like I said, it's just an idea, " Lance said still not wanting to rule it out. JC slowly made eye contact seeing the hope gleaming in his eyes. He pushed away his uncertainties.

"Let's do it."

"Are you sure?" Lance asked the shock apparent on his face.

"Positive," JC said.

"Ok, let me get the stuff together. Just hang on a minute," he said springing from the bed to his bag that sat on the dresser. JC watched as four neckties, a bandana and a few other necessary items appeared.

"So is that like your bag of tricks or something?" JC asked quietly. This would be fun, just another new and different experience. Nothing bad at all. It's just the same old thing with an added new twist.

"I guess we could call it that," Lance grinned widely setting the things on the bed next to JC who had moved to the end allowing his legs to dangle off the end.

"So how do we go about starting this?" he asked as Lance stood above him. He felt self-conscious. Why did he feel self-conscious? They had done this so many times before. It was just another time. Only this time it would be inventive with blindfolds and restraints.
"Just like any other time," Lance mumbled as he slowly knelt on the bed allowing his body to straddle JC's legs. He lightly nuzzled his head into the crook of JC's neck and pecked gently at the skin there. JC responded and wrapped his arms possessively around Lance's waist holding him against his body. Lance moved up his neck and allowed their lips to catch in a quick passionate kiss as he moved his hands up the back of his neck and through the long brown locks that had been pushed hastily back that morning after rehearsal. He slowly pushed JC to his back so that he was clearly on top and began unbuttoning his shirt. As he undid each button he moved his lips down the lean stomach kissing each new area of exposed skin. He could feel JC begin to purr as he did so. He always purred when they did this…made love that is. When he reached the waist of JC's jeans he quickly pealed away the shirt and sat up.

"What, what is it?" JC asked panicked his eyes popping open in worry.

"Well, I thought we'd start with the fun stuff," Lance laughed as he reached for the ties that had been discarded and by JC almost forgotten.

"Alright then, where do you want me?" he asked unsure as he looked back at the bed.

"Come on," Lance whispered taking his hand as they shifted up the bed slightly. He took JC's hand and held it up to the bed railing. With his other hand he took the tie looping it around the pole and tied it around JC's wrist. He did so with the other arm and sat back on his heals. "You okay? It's not too tight, is it?" he asked with a sliver of concern shining through his severely thickened drawl. It sent chills down JC's spine every time it got that way.

"Yeah, it's good," he choked finding little pleasure in their new activity thus far. By the time he looked back down Lance had already begun working his way toward the waist of JC's pants and before he knew it his pants were removed and flung on the floor. He felt a little uncomfortable, arms fastened to the poles and almost completely exposed, his boxers not containing much of what he was feeling. In fact it didn't contain anything at all. His erection was screaming for attention and Lance was all too eager to oblige.

"Someone's a little excited, huh, Josh?" Lance mumbled as he crawled backwards down JC's body allowing himself enough room to work. He pressed his mouth up against the opening to the boxers and allowed his tongue to wet it thoroughly.

"Lance, don't be a tease," JC moaned knowing they weren't even half way into their game.

"Sorry sweetie. Let me finish with you first," he said as he got up from the bed. He quickly discarded his shirt and pants leaving him standing there in only his boxers. He was only inches away but all JC could do was wish to touch him.

Lance moved to the end of the bed grabbing JC's legs and spreading them apart. He reached for the ties as he realized something. "Silly me, we can't leave these on," he seduced as he leaned over the bed and grabbed the waist of his boxers, pulling them down in one quick fluid motion.

The game wasn't erotic. It wasn't even fun. All JC wanted to do was touch Lance and tell him how much he loved him and all Lance wanted to do was stay as far away from JC as he could.
What's so wrong with nice, peaceful love? I mean who knew I was with some freak that had fantasies floating through his mind of tying me up and taking advantage of me?

He snapped back to reality as he realized Lance was inches above him, hovering over his body. "You ready for the blindfold?" he asked waving the bandana in front of him.

"Um, yep," he mumbled looking down at his body. His legs and arms were bound, why not ruin it completely and block him off from the world and seeing anything.

"Josh?" Lance whispered quietly. JC was almost startled at how genuine it sounded. He was still the same man.

"Yeah," he whispered over his dry lips.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked leaning in. His face was practically glowing. He was like a kid on Christmas who had just gotten the brand new mountain bike he wanted. Or in their case the complete Easy Bake oven set. You can't say no to a face like that, NO matter what you're feeling.

"I'm ready," he mumbled quietly. With that Lance leaned in giving him a light kiss on his forehead before wrapping the blindfold over his eyes. JC squeezed his eyes shut tightly trying to blink back the tears. Why was he crying? This wasn't sad, it was just something that happened. People experiment, it's not the end of the world. He felt like this was some kind of out of body experience. He could feel everything Lance was doing but it didn't mean anything.

JC could feel the lips traveling down his chest. He felt the fingers pinch at his nipples. He felt them tighten into their tight little bulbs and how all the blood in his body rushed straight to his groin. He felt hands pause on his hips as a body readjusted itself in between his legs. He felt a hand take a firm grip on his aching cock and he's pretty sure he felt a moan escape his lips but he wasn't sure why. He felt the wet tongue sliding up and down the sides before taking the whole erection into the mouth. He felt his body give out to the feelings that were taking it over.

JC tried to avoid falling to the pressure as if in some sort of protest to what was occurring but after all he was just a man and it didn't take much to get his body going. He was surprised he had lasted that long. He felt his hips try to thrust up into the waiting mouth but he couldn't move. The restraints were too tight on his legs and he couldn't begin to lift his body from the bed beneath him. He knew what was coming next, it always climaxed the same way but it was different this time.
Lance had removed himself from JC's throbbing erection for a minute. He lay there cold from the lack of heat above him. He felt the weight come back to the bed as Lance planted himself between JC's legs. He practically came right then when he felt Lance's tongue prodding into his opening. This was definitely something they weren't used to. He felt himself get harder if that were at all possible at this point.

It felt good but JC still felt that in the middle of all this he wasn't a part of what was happening. The tongue had left and was replaced by the familiar push at the entry. Lance was entering JC and fast. The usual slow pace had been discarded for a new more effective approach. He thrust in recklessly a few times before trying to find that magic spot.

Lance hit it hard. JC felt it instantly but unlike every other time he didn't come instantly panting and screaming. Lance pushed a little harder hoping he hadn't missed it but he felt the shudder go through his lover's body with no outcome.

JC couldn't believe this was happening. He was almost there. He was on the verge of tears as he sat there practically humiliated. He knew Lance was almost there but Lance always came right after him. And he wasn't coming anytime soon. The tears slowly seeped through the bandana that covered his eyes before he even realized why he was crying. He needed to see him.

"I need to see you, baby," he sobbed, surprising himself at the way his voice had come out. He felt Lance lean carefully up his body hanging lightly over his lover's and reach for the knot. When the bandana dropped he was eye to with the love of his life. Lance saw the tears seeping slowly from the shimmering blue eyes and immediately pressed his lips to the others. "Ohmygod, Lance, Laaaance," JC moaned as his body wracked violently within the ties. Lance came almost simultaneously and fell against JC's body clinging to his waist. He lay panting for a moment before climbing off and moving to the end of the bed. He undid the first tie laying light kisses on the ankles where they had been bound. He did the same to the other.

Lance moved up the bed and climbed on top of his lover's body and straddled his waist. JC watched in awe as he reached to the one side and undid the tie keeping eye contact the whole time. He took the arm and brought the fingers to his lips kissing them each gently, almost reverently. He moved to the other and did the same before crawling up next to JC's body. He rested his head lightly on his chest and inhaled deeply. JC wrapped his arm tightly around his waist pulling him close enough so that you couldn't tell where one of their bodies ended and the other began.

"Thank you," Lance whispered silently before drifting off.

"Anything for you," JC replied before joining him. After all in the end pain is love and love is pain.

THE END