| written by Robin |
| Rub A Dub Dub |
| Lance was in the kitchen making coffee when he heard the front door open and slam shut. Glancing up from stirring his cream and sugar in the black liquid, he saw Justin sluggishly entering the room. "Hey baby," said Lance with a smile. Justin didn't even look up at him, just grunted loud enough to be heard and raised his shoulders a little, letting them fall down again as he continued walking. Lance frowned, setting his cup down on the counter and walking over to his boyfriend. "Something wrong?" Lance placed a hand lightly on Justin's shoulder and felt him sag beneath his touch. Placing a hand under the younger man's chin, Lance lifted his chin up, his heart breaking at what he saw. Justin's eyes were only about half open, and they drooped further down every time he blinked. He had slightly dark circles beneath his eyes, and Lance noticed the way he leaned into his touch like it was the only thing holding him up. "Baby you look exhausted," said Lance, wrapping his arms around Justin's waist and leading him towards the stairs. Justin nodded, his neck too stiff to make the full motion. "I am Lance," he sighed. "I don't know why, but I just haven't been sleeping well lately." Lance nodded. He had noticed a few days ago when it had started. "And rehearsal has just been kicking my ass this week. Wade has kept me and JC back every day to make sure the routine is perfect, and I'm so damn sore I can barely move." He hissed as he stretched a bad muscle while taking a step. Lance was glad when they finally made it to the top, and he half dragged Justin to the bedroom. Sitting him on the bed, he got down on one knee to start removing his shoes. "I think you need to go straight to bed and sleep for a day or two." Justin groaned. "But I'm all disgusting and gross from rehearsal. I'll mess up the bed." He raised his head and gave Lance the most pathetic face he could muster. "Could you run me a hot bath?" he asked in a small voice. "Pleeease?" Lance grinned and patted his knee. "Of course. Think you can get undressed by yourself?" He grinned at Justin's seemingly boneless position on the bed. Justin sighed. "I can sure as hell try." Lance nodded. "Okay. Call me if you need any help." Five minutes later, Lance had a tub full of water as hot as he thought Justin could stand it. When the water was running he had added a little bubbles because he knew how much they relaxed him. Testing the water once more, he nodded. "Justin! Your bath is ready!" Lance looked up as he heard Justin walk into the bathroom, and he swallowed hard, telling himself he shouldn't be getting so excited when he boyfriend was so tired. Still, he had never been able to resist a naked Justin before. Why start now? Justin looked at the bubbly bath and smiled tiredly at Lance, bending over to drop a sloppy kiss on his forehead. "You're the best," he said, lifting up a leg and slowly climbing into the water. He hissed as the hot water engulfed him, and it took him a few seconds to adjust to the temperature. He let out a long breath and slid down into the water until just his head could be seen. Lance smiled softly and ran his fingers through Justin's curls, making him sigh. "Just relax baby," he whispered soothingly, "but don't fall asleep. I'll just be downstairs if you need anything." Lance stood up from the edge of the tub to leave, but was stopped by a soapy hand grabbing his wrist. He looked down at the tub and into Justin's blue eyes. As tired as they looked, they still sparkled. "Um," he said, squeezing Lance's wrist, "could you stay?" Lance bit his lip. "You mean like," he gestured towards the toilet lid, "just sit here?" Justin shook his head. "No. I mean like, in here with me." He blinked at the tub and then back up at Lance. "It's big enough for two." He grinned and winked. "We ought to know." Lance blushed, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he bit his lip in thought. Should he get in? Sure it would be tempting, but Justin was tired. It's not like anything would happen. It would be a perfectly innocent bath between lovers. Lance rolled his eyes. Yeah, right. He didn't even believe it himself. Still, as he looked back down at Justin's now pouting face, he knew he couldn't say no. Nodding at Justin, he stepped out of his shoes and sat down on the toilet lid to pull his socks off. Standing up again, he unzipped his pants and let them pool around his ankles. Kicking them off, he heard Justin sigh appreciatively as he stripped his shirt off. He didn't meet Justin's eyes as he dropped his boxers and stepped into the tub opposite Justin. They moved around for a few seconds, making room for each other in the tub while trying not to splash water onto the floor. Finally, with thighs touching and legs strategically placed, they both sighed and settled down into the hot water. "This is nice," Lance mumbled, starting to feel a little sleepy himself. Justin grunted in agreement and shut his eyes. Just as his eyes were closing, Lance felt something move against his crotch and he jumped, sending a little splash of water over the side of the tub. His heart racing, Lance looked over at Justin with wide eyes. His boyfriend was blushing bright red as he sheepishly met his eyes. "Sorry," said Justin, moving his foot to the other side of Lance's leg. "I was um, just trying to stretch out and uh, yeah." He coughed and Lance shook his head, settling back down into the water. "It's okay," he said, and shut his eyes. Nodding, Justin did the same. A few seconds later, Lance let one eye slowly peek open. Seeing Justin's relaxed face, he bit his lip, trying to ignore how excited Justin's little "accidental" touch had caused him to get. 'Accident my ass,' he thought. 'Hmm, time for a little pay back...' Yawning loudly, Lance closed his eyes and spread his legs, now having one leg on each side of Justin's thighs. Slowly, he began a soft massaging motion on Justin's ass with his toes. Justin's eyes flew open at the feel of Lance's toes on him. Looking over at his boyfriend, he saw his closed eyes and figured he must be doing it without realizing. 'Yeah,' he swallowed, 'not that I care. 'Cuz you know, I don't. It's not like it's getting me excited or anything...' He jumped a little when Lance's foot started to slip under him. 'Nope! Definitely not excited!' He gritted his teeth and sat down on Lance's foot, shivering when Lance wiggled his toes. Lance's eyes were wide open now, and concentrating on the look on Justin's face. His eyes were squeezed shut tightly and his mouth was open slightly, little grunts escaping his wet lips every now and then. His eyes darkening slightly, Lance let his foot slip form under Justin's ass and move between his legs. He found Justin's rapidly hardening cock and pushed slightly, making Justin gasp and open his eyes. Their eyes met and it was a battle of will from then on. Not willing to let Lance have the only say in this game, Justin kept eye contact with the other man as he let his foot slide up Lance's thigh, over his hip, and just barely brush his cock before continuing the trail up his toned stomach. Tearing his gaze away from Justin's, Lance followed Justin's foot as it made it's way up his stomach. It stopped at his chest, and with his toes Justin's began to massage Lance's nipples. Groaning loudly, Lance let his head fall back a little as he increased the pressure of his foot between Justin's legs. Grunting, Justin pushed back against Lance's foot and rubbed his nipple harder, watching it bud and then moving on to the next one. Lance, sensing the control being switched, surprised Justin by grabbing his foot and slowly covering his big toe with his warm mouth. Justin gasped and moaned loudly as Lance sucked on his toes, moving his tongue around them just like he did with other parts of his body. Completely and painfully hard by now, Justin moved his other foot between Lance's legs and began massaging the rock hard cock there. Lance moaned around Justin's toe, sending chills through them both. There eyes met, both dark and rich with desire. Suddenly, neither man was tired anymore. Letting his mouth come off of Justin's foot with a small popping sound, he moved carefully in the tub until he was straddling Justin and sitting on his crotch. He wiggled his ass, making Justin moan and throw his head back, cracking it against the back of the tub. Lance gave a little shocked laugh, reaching out to rub Justin's head. "You okay?" he asked, his concern showing over the desire he was feeling. Justin nodded, his lower lip stuck out in a pout. "Yeah I'll be okay. It hurts!" Lance bit his lip and let his eyelids droop slightly. Reaching under him, he found Justin's cock and stroked it lightly. "I'm sorry baby," he whispered, his hand tightening. "Is there any way I can, ya know, make it up to you?" Justin whimpered and nodded. "Tell me J. Tell me what you want." Justin pried his eyes open and met Lance's stare. "I want you," he whispered, his voice thick and husky. "Right now. Here." Lance nodded, not able to speak. Justin thrust his hips up and wiggled. "I want to be in you." Lance nodded wordlessly, letting his hands roam over Justin's chest and stomach, tweaking his nipples hard and then brushing them with feather-light touches. Justin grabbed Lance's hips and helped lift him up. Making eye contact, Lance slowly lowered himself down over Justin's cock. Justin moaned loudly as he was swallowed up by Lance's tight heat. He waited to let Lance adjust to him, and then began a slow, torturous pace as he thrust up into Lance. Growing impatient, Lance moaned and lifted himself completely off Justin until only the head of his cock was touching his opening, and then slammed back down. Water splashed over the side of the tub in buckets, but neither man really gave a damn at the moment. Panting, Justin moved slightly and thrust at an angle, making Lance cry out loudly as he hit his prostate over and over again. Shaking slightly, Lance moved quicker over Justin's cock, letting him know that he was close. Letting go of Lance's slippery hip, Justin let one of his hands move in front of him and grab Lance's cock roughly, stroking underneath it with his thumb and then moving to fondle Lance's balls. That did it, and Lance slammed down on Justin one more time as he shot his load out into the tub and over Justin's chest. Justin moaned as Lance's walls closed around him, and he gave one last thrust before coming deep inside of Lance. They both sagged against each other in an attempt to calm their breathing. Slowly, Lance lifted himself off of Justin and stood on shaky legs in the now lukewarm water. Holding out a hand, he helped Justin stand up. Justin smiled at Lance and kissed him softly. "That was the best bath I've ever had," he whispered, and they both burst into giggles. Looking at the floor, Lance groaned. "Damn we made a big mess." Sighing, he looked at the floor and then back up at Justin with a shrug. "Ah well. We'll clean it up tomorrow." Stepping out of the tub, Lance grabbed two towels, wrapping one around his waist and the other around Justin. They stepped out of the wet bathroom and dried each off in their bedroom. Rummaging through the drawers, Lance grabbed them each a pair of fresh boxers. Once they had them on, they both slipped into bed, immediately snuggling close together. Justin kissed Lance's collar bone, saying what they both were thinking as they drifted off to sleep. "We definitely need to take more baths together." THE END |