| Licky Licky |
| "I wanna go to West Virginia." JC walked into Lance's living room, staring at his friend, who was sitting in a chair with his feet flung over the sides and a glass in his hands. "And why is that?" he asked. "Because!" Lance giggled. "It's so cool. Like, okay. First you have Virginia people, right? They're being all cool and shit and living in Virginia. But then, you have *West* Virginia. And the people over there are all, 'Yeah, that's right. We're cool motherfuckers. We don't just live in Virginia, we live in *West* Virginia. Take that." "Lance?" "Yeesssssss?" "Um..." He paused, trying to think of a delicate way to phrase the question. Oh the hell with it. "Are you drunk off your ass?" JC watched as Lance threw his head back, nearly falling out of his chair as he did so. "Why, what ever do you mean Joshua?" he giggled, and JC found it a strange sound, but still ... oh what was the word? ... endearing. "You are drunk," JC said, pronouncing each word excruciatingly slow. He got up close to Lance's face, watching in amusement as his hazy green eyes crossed as they followed him. He looked at the drink in Lance's hand, back up at Lance, and then did a double-take to look at the drink again. "You got smashed form a margarita?" he laughed loudly, the tears starting to well up in his eyes. "Oh lord that's good." Lance clumsily ran his finger along the inside of the large glass, brining it to his red lips and licking off the drink. JC watched him, his laughter dying abruptly as he watched Lance tilt his head back and stick out his pink tongue, letting the last few drops of the alcoholic beverage splash on his tongue. He licked his lips, his face scrunching up as he got some of the salt around the rim of the glass in his mouth. JC was fascinated. Lance looked at his drink, holding it up to the light and pouting when he realized it was all gone. Biting his lower lip, he looked over at JC, whose mouth was hanging open slightly. Grinning sloppily, he stood up and stumbled over to the couch where JC was, and flopped down on his lap. JC grunted, his eyes crossing slightly as he tried to shift Lance's weight on his lap. However, a drunk and wiggling Lance was hard to control, and he couldn't pin him down. Seeing the pained look in JC's eyes, Lance looked down at his lap and immediately rolled off of him. JC let out a deep breath, shifting his hips a little and relaxing into the couch with a sigh. "Oh damn Jace," he said loudly, trying not to laugh, "I'm soooooooo sorry. Did I hurt anything?" JC took a deep breath, patting Lance's hand. "Nothing important," he said. Lance laughed loudly, crawling back into JC's lap and leaning his head down by JC's ear. "I hurt you," he said, still a little too loudly, "so now I have to make it up to you." JC swallowed thickly, his eyes wide and staring straight forward at the wall. "The, that's okay," he squeaked. "I'm fine. Really." Lance shook his head vigorously. "Noooooo," he said, "I have to make it all better." Sitting back on JC's lap, he tapped a finger on his temple and scratched his head, trying to think of something. JC sat back in the couch, looking small and trapped with wide eyes. Suddenly, Lance yelled "I got it!" causing JC to nearly jump out of his skin. Leaning down next to JC's ear again, Lance whispered slowly, "Jooooooooosh. Oh Joooooshy-poo?" JC closed his eyes, trying hard to ignore the way Lance's hot and steamy breath on his ear was sweet torture. 'Just breathe Josh. Remember to breathe, and you'll be fine. Deep breath in, and let it out slowly. That's it now. In ... out ... in ... in, no wait ... out ...' JC cleared his throat, hoping his voice sounded nonchalant instead of needy. "Yes, Lance?" He puffed up his chest, proud at how strong and calm he sounded. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Lance's next words, however, put a stop to that. "Do you like to lick things?" JC choked on his breath, coughing loudly and looking up at Lance with teary eyes. "What?" he breathed, his mouth cotton dry. Lance cocked his head innocently, and JC thought that it was *extremely* ironic, considering that Lance was a sexy little shit and had just asked him about licking things. 'Breathe dammit!' "I asked you if you liked to lick things," said Lance with a smile, "because I have something for you. To, ya know, make up for your squished package." JC slapped his hands over his eyes and shook his head. "No, that's okay," he said quickly. "No need for that. I'm fine. Just, peachy keen and ... shit like that." He waved his arms around as he spoke, but kept his eyes closed. He felt Lance get up off his lap, but could hear him head into the kitchen. He began to sweat slightly, but kept his eyes closed. A few minutes later, he felt Lance straddle his waist, and he bit his lip to keep from moaning. "Oh Joshy-woshy," Lance giggled softly, "I have something for you." JC shook his head, but Lance grabbed his arms. Suddenly, Lance was breathing in his ear again. "Guess what I got for you," he whispered. "It's big ... and thick ... and oh so juicy ..." JC's brain was doing the backhand spring around in his head, and he wasn't sure if he had a greater urge to run away or flip Lance over and have his way with him. "I got you a..." Lance licked his ear, causing JC to shiver, "lollipop." JC's eyes flew open in shock, and he looked at the large red lollipop Lance was holding out for him with that fucking innocent smile. Taking the candy from Lance with a shaky hand, JC stared at it in shock. He wasn't sure if he felt relieved, or like crying. Sticking it in his mouth, he slumped back in the couch and glared at the ground. Lance flopped down beside him. "Yummy huh?" he asked, and JC noticed the identical lollipop in his mouth. Pulling the candy out of his mouth with a large smack, JC gave Lance a fake grin. "Oh yeah," he nearly yelled, waving the candy around, "this is *just* what I wanted. Oh boy! Mmm, this is fucking good!" Throwing the candy down on the table, he turned to Lance, pulling out his sucker and tossing it beside his. "Hey!" Lance whined. "That was mine and..." JC leaned forward without a second thought and covered Lance's lips with his own. He had no clue what he was doing, and he kept waiting for Lance to push him away. Instead, Lance opened his mouth to JC's tongue, lying back down on the couch and pulling JC on top of him. JC sighed into Lance's mouth, stretching his long body out over Lance's and licking at his lips. His entire mouth tasted like cherry, and JC loved it. Pulling back from Lance and panting, he grinned at Lance's crooked eyes. "Josh," Lance panted, "that was... woooooah." JC laughed shortly. "My thoughts exactly." "I just have one question for you." JC smiled. "And what's that?" "How often do you walk your dog?" JC did a double-take. "Um, excuse me?" Lance giggled, and kissed JC chastely on the lips before passing out. JC stared at him in shock, before touching his lips. 'Well, he did kiss me again,' he thought, looking at Lance's sleeping face. 'I guess that's a start.' JC got off Lance carefully, grabbing a blanket from beside the couch and draping it over Lance's body. He wiped the drool from the corner of Lance's mouth with the edge of the blanket and then kissed his bottom lip. "Night Lance," he said softly. "If you don't remember this in the morning, I will kick your cute little ass." ~*~ Lance groaned softly as he opened his eyes. When they focused, he saw a pair of hands holding out a cup of steamy coffee. Smiling up at JC, he took it from him and took a small sip. "Mmm, thanks," he mumbled. JC shrugged, sitting next to him on the couch. "No problem," he said, picking at the blanket. "Do you remember anything about last night?" Lance nodded, even though JC wasn't looking at him. "I remember drinking a thousand and one margaritas, I remember laughing, I remember *you* laughing, I remember squishing your private parts and I'm still sorry about that," he laughed. "I remember West Virginia, and lollipops, cherry ones, and asking you about walking your dog or something," he laughed. Looking at JC, he tilted his face up and smiled. "And I remember this," he whispered, pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss. Pulling back, he smiled. "How did I do on remembering?" JC grinned, kissing Lance once more. "Perfect." He stared down at the couch and blushed. "I thought you would forget about, you know, us kissing and all." Lance laughed, causing JC to look up at him. "No worries babe," Lance said, patting JC's hand. "I can pretty much guarantee you that last night is a time I will never forget." JC blushed. "Really?" Lance nodded and grinned. "However, I have one question for you." "And what's that?" Leaning down next to his ear, Lance grinned and whispered, "We're out of lollipops. Mind if I borrow yours?" THE END |