Rating: R
Content: M/M sexual content, language
Distribution: Go ahead, but let me know where.
Disclaimer: Don't own these Impact Players, so don't impact a suit on me!
Summary: Lance Storm discovers more about his partner than he ever suspected.
February 7, 2000
The camera clicked off and the four figures in the hot tub sighed in relief.
"What do you think, guys?" Dawn Marie chirped, her bubbly personality muted, but no less apparent as her sparkling dark eyes bounced from Lance Storm, to Jason, to Justin Credible and back again.
Lance smiled. "It was pretty good. What do you think, Just?"
Justin leaned his head back against the rim of the tub, half-shrugging. "Not bad." He chuckled softly, giving Dawn a sidelong glance. "I think you're gonna have all the guys out there panting after you after this promo.
"And all of them wanting to kick your ass for stopping the show," Lance added, punching Jason in the arm amiably.
Jason grinned, unrepentant. "Well, never pass up an opportunity to steal the show."
Dawn giggled, tossing her head, idly glancing at her waterproof watch and giving a squeak of alarm. "Hey, guys, I've got to go." She climbed from the tub, wrapping a large towel around herself. "I promised Simon I'd meet him for lunch."
"Wait up, Dawn," Jason called, getting out himself. "I'll drive you. I need to get some things done before we move on to the next stop."
Lance and Justin muttered goodbye and Dawn blew them a kiss as she and Jason hurried from the area.
"Hey, guys, I'm outta here," the cameraman announced, picking up his equipment and making his way to the exit. "Everything's set for Friday except for the editing."
"Thanks, man," Lance said, watching him leave. Silence fell in the little alcove-like area where the hot tub was. He sat back, letting the warm water bubble around him, soothing his aching muscles. His eyes naturally fell on his partner Justin, who sat across from him, looking like he was asleep with his head against the side, eyes closed. Lance's meandering gaze fell on his chest, where the water level reached to just below his nipples. He studied it, nicely muscled with a dark mat of hair that was now slicked down. His nipples were pearled into tight peaks from the combination of warm water and cool air. He let his eyes slowly glide up along his body to pause at his throat where he could see a pulse beating in the hollow...up to admire the full lips. When he finally raised his eyes further, he started as he met Justin's half-lidded ones. He quickly looked away, shifting uncomfortably, realizing that he was hard as a rock. A flush crept into his cheeks as the quiet started to chafe on his nerves.
"So..." he began, trying to dispel the tension that had sprung up between them. "you got plans for tonight?" When Justin didn't answer right away, he glanced at him to see him watching him intently.
"Not really," he finally replied, his voice low and velvety. ""You?"
Lance tried to appear casual as he looked away, focusing on whatever he could, puzzled at his body's response. The only explanation he could come up with was that he hadn't gotten laid in a few weeks and he was getting horny with the slightest provocation. "Well, some of the guys invited me to go clubbing with them, but I'm not sure if I'm up to it. That match we just had last night took a lot out of me."
Justin made a sound of commiseration, watching as Lance shifted uneasily across from him. "Something wrong?"
Lance shook his head, the flush deepening. "I'm fine. Just a little back spasm. It'll pass." He lied.
Silence reigned for a while, the only sound that of the bubbling of the Jacuzzi.
"So..." Justin murmured in an oddly purring tone. "How'd you and Dreamer do?"
Lance looked at Justin in bemusement. "Excuse me?"
Justin smiled knowingly, lifting a brow. "I was just wondering if it was good."
Lance swallowed hard. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."
"Oh, come on, lance," Justin urged. "I know about you and Tommy. I happened to walk in on you two. You were too wrapped up in each other to notice me, but I saw you. You looked like you were trying to perform tonsillectomies on each other, grinding your hips into each other... Pretty wild, if you ask me."
Lance cleared his throat and ducked his head, mortified that Justin had seen that. He had no clue what to say. He couldn't deny it, yet he couldn't admit to it either. So he remained quiet, hoping he'd just drop the subject. But Justin was like a pit bull.
"So tell me, Lance...who played the bitch in your interlude?" he inquired, a hint of amusement in his voice. "My guess is you. Dreamer doesn't seem the type to be dominated too often."
Lance's face reddened even more. "Justin, will you shut up, please? I don't want to talk about it. That's personal."
Justin chuckled softly. "Oh, what's the matter? I'm your partner. You can confide in me."
Unthinkingly, Lance lifted his hand from the water and ran it through his short hair in agitation. "Justin..." The motion of the water alerted Lance that Justin had moved. He looked up to find him kneeling just in front of him. He jumped when Justin placed his hands on his knees.
"Won't you tell me how it was between you, Lance," Justin whispered, a sensual tone entering his voice.
Lance blinked at him, astonished at Justin's behavior. "Justin...I thought you . I mean, I didn't think you..."
"He grinned. "Thought I was as straight as an arrow, huh?" He laughed a little self-mockingly. "Well I was, up until 2 years ago."
Lance's brows rose in both surprise and curiosity. "What made you change your mind?"
"Well, believe it or not, Raven did."
"Raven?" Lance questioned, a little shocked. "How'd that happen?"
Justin shrugged casually, absently stroking his fingers up Lance's legs until he reached his trunks. "Well, as you know, I came in to ECW just as Raven left, so I never met him here," he began, kneading Lance's thighs, inching higher and higher.
Lance felt himself growing even harder at Justin's touch and he prompted him to try and distract him. "Yeah. I know. Go on."
"Well, I need to tell you first that I'd been thinking about what it would be like to...well, to be with another man."
"Um, any particular reason you started thinking about that?" Lance asked, quite intrigued as to how a man as straight as Justin appeared to be would suddenly start experimenting.
Justin smiled slowly, raking his gaze over him. "As a matter of fact, you were the one that got me to thinking that way."
"Me?" he asked in amazement.
"Yes," he replied. "You don't realize how often I would look at you and think I'd burst out of my tights. Until you, I would have never even contemplated being with another man." He rested his elbows on Lance's knees, clasping his hands together and scrutinizing his features. "Anyway, when my buddies happened to be in town the same night that ECW was, I took the opportunity to get together with them.
"Nash and Hall?"
Justin nodded. "You see, I knew about Raven. I've heard a lot of stories and rumors about him. About how he swings both ways and swings hard."
Lance nodded in agreement. "Yeah. The man's the male equivalent of a whore."
Justin laughed faintly. "Yes. Well, I had decided that I wanted him to teach me what it was like to be with another guy. I figured if anyone could introduce me to it, he could.
"So, I met Scott and Kev at this bar and chatted a while, wanting to pump them for info on Raven. But then I happened to look at the mirror behind the bar and saw him sitting at a table with these other guys. I decided to ask Nash and Hall to introduce me. They were a little reluctant at first, but I convinced them finally."
"What did you say to him?"
"Well, I was introduced and I told him shit about how I admired him and all that. He looked at me without saying anything for a long minute, then invited me to join them. I did, gesturing for Hall and Nash to sort of distract the other guys at the table. I know they must have been wondering what was going on, but they managed to get them to go to the bar for some more drinks, leaving me and Raven alone."
Lance was deeply fascinated by the story, asking, "And just what did you two say when you were alone?"
"Well, nothing for a while. We just stared at each other. I think he must have sensed something, because after a long time, he suddenly said..."
******
"So what do you want?"
Justin blinked at the bluntness of his question. "Excuse me?"
His expression didn't change as he said, "I know you want something from me. What is it?"
Justin swallowed and figured that if Raven could be frank, so could he. "I've heard rumors that you're bi. Is that true?"
The dark-haired man studied him silently for a moment. "And If I am, what is it to you?"
Justin took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before answering. "I want you to show me what it's like to be with a man."
His only sign of surprise was a slight lift of his pierced brow. "Are you actually trying to pick me up?"
Justin flushed, biting back his instinctive reaction to tell him to fuck off. "No. I'm not 'picking you up'," he gritted softly. "I'm just..." He tried to find the right words to explain his motives and realized that there was no tactful way to lay it out. "I've never done it before and I need someone who knows what they're doing to teach me."
"Why me?" Raven asked, taking a swig of his drink. "I wasn't the only bi in that lockerroom. I'm sure you could have found yourself a willing instructor there."
Justin couldn't stop the wave of heat reddening his cheeks again. He was unused to having this sort of conversation and found it disturbing to say the least. "Well, to tell you the truth, I...well, I heard about you and knew that you'd be perfect."
Raven's lips twitched faintly. "Thanks for the confidence. A real ego booster."
"So, will you do it?" Justin questioned, wanting to get this conversation over quickly.
Raven peered into his glass, pondering for a long moment. He abruptly stood, pulling out some bills and dropping them on the table. As he passed Justin, he murmured, "Room 416 at the Hyatt in half an hour."
Justin watched him walk over to his friends and chat with them for a bit, then leave the bar. He went over to Nash and Hall and had a couple drinks, acting as casual as possible. It was difficult, considering he was knotted up inside with anticipation and apprehension. He checked his watch surreptitiously every 5 minutes, cursing the creeping hands, finally saying goodbye to his friends when 20 minutes had passed. He took a cab to the hotel and went up the elevator to the 4th floor. He stood outside 416 for an endless time, a battle warring inside him. He didn't want to do this. Yet he wanted Lance, but he wanted to be at least marginally experienced before he even thought about trying to go after him. He sighed, knocking on the door. It opened instantly, as if Raven were waiting precisely for it.
Raven stared at him expressionlessly, hazel eyes flickering over Justin, missing nothing. He moved aside, gesturing for him to come in.
Justin entered, walking to the middle of the room, taking in the open suitcase on the chair, a discarded jacket on a dresser....the huge queen-size bed that looked as if Raven had just lain in it. The sight made his chest tighten unexpectedly. He felt a presence behind him and he whirled to find Raven standing close, his hands on his hips, just watching him.
Abruptly, he locked a hand behind Justin's neck and pulled, tugging him off-balance against him. He slanted his mouth over his, sweeping his tongue across his bottom lip, wetting it thoroughly, firmly pressing it to the crease, demanding entry.
Justin stiffened involuntarily, fighting not to wrench himself away. He forced himself to open his mouth, allowing Raven to explore the depths, scraping his stud over the sensitive surfaces, teasing the roof of his mouth, the insides of his cheeks, probing beneath his tongue before curling his own around Justin's, drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard. Justin inhaled sharply as he felt a jolt of heat streak down his spine. Before he could think to respond, Raven released him, striding over to the liquor cabinet.
"Want a drink?"
Justin had to catch his breath before he could reply. How could Raven act so...unmoved? Christ! That was probably the hottest kiss he'd ever had! He thought of declining, but abruptly changed his mind, thinking that a drink could help to calm his roiling nerves. "Sure. Bourbon, if you have it."
Raven nodded, grabbing a bottle and pouring a generous amount into a glass, dropping a few ice cubes in. He then poured himself some vodka and walked over to Justin, handing him his drink and indicating that he should sit down. Justin settled himself in the chair by the bed while Raven sank onto the edge right across from him. They talked amiably in low voices for about half an hour, which served to relax Justin more than the alcohol.
Raven suddenly set his glass on the nightstand. "Come here."
Justin tensed, but he obeyed, putting his own drink down and rising, stopping about a foot away from his knees. Raven spread them open and reached out, hooking his fingers in the loops of his jeans and jerking him forward. Justin grunted at the impact of his body falling against Raven's, hearing a small chuckle of amusement.
Raven looked up at him and gave him a crooked smile. "Take off your shirt so I can see you."
Justin began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers feeling clumsy and too large. But finally he got it open and he let it slide off him to drift to the carpet.
Raven leaned back to study him, an index finger tracing the line of hair that led to his navel, then past to disappear into the waistband of his jeans. "Very nice," he complimented, tweaking a flat nipple and grinning wickedly at Justin's jump of surprise. He lightly pinched it, rolling it between his fingers, doing the same with the other. "Does that feel good?"
Justin's nostrils flared and he nodded slowly, unable to look at Raven, his eyes falling on what his hands were doing. They smoothed down his ribs, his thumbs circling his navel, teasingly darting inside before moving lower to rest on the waistband.
"I'm going to suck you off, then fuck you," Raven said almost negligently, watching Justin's face carefully for his reaction, laughing at the way his skin seemed to bloom with color. "Was I a little too explicit for you?"
Justin licked his lips, avoiding his gaze. "Well, it was a little blunt."
Raven chuckled, boldly dragging his hand over Justin's bulge, squeezing it gently and feeling a response. "Perhaps, but I think you liked it. Now, strip."
Justin glanced at him quickly, then proceeded to do as he was told, his fingers trembling a little as he pulled down the zipper and pushed the denim over his hips and to the floor, closely followed by his boxers. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his clothes, nudging them aside. He stood there, feeling Raven's eyes wandering over him, tamping down the urge to cover himself, and waited for his next move.
Raven trailed a finger down one thigh, circling a hand behind to draw him toward him, leaning forward to press his lips against Justin's breastbone, flicking his tongue over the warm skin, making a sound of amusement when Justin twitched. He looked up and smiled. "You're going to have to get used to my mouth on you, Justin, baby," Raven purred, his hands slipping up the backs of his thighs to fondle his buttocks. "There's not a place on your body that my tongue isn't going to have been...or my hands, for that matter."
Justin shuddered at Raven's words, unable to help his body's response. Raven noticed and grunted in appreciation, twirling a finger around the base of his shaft, scratching a nail gently up his scrotum. Justin groaned as he felt a spike of pleasure stab him.
"Mmmm...that's it," Raven whispered, inclining his head to kiss the spot just above his navel, nipping the skin. "I want you hard for me. Hot and rock hard." He slanted Justin a sultry look. "You want me to suck you, Justin? Just take your cock deep into my throat and suck you until you're screaming with pleasure?"
Justin couldn't look away from Raven's heated, dark eyes, his body on fire at his touch and words. "I...please."
Raven tilted his head to the side, his hair sifting over his shoulders. "Please what? You're going to have to be explicit. If you want to learn, you're going to have to be plain."
Justin cleared his throat, shifting his weight from foot to foot, not knowing what to do with his hands, his body beginning to protest at the lack of relief from the burning desire. "Will you...I mean, please suck me."
Raven smiled and nodded, pleased. "That was very good, Justin. As a reward, I'll give you what you want...after you undress me."
Justin's eyes widened as Raven stood before him, hands out slightly from his sides, waiting. He tentatively tugged the T-shirt from Raven's jeans, pulling it over his head and dropping it to the floor. He looked at the top button of his jeans, touching it delicately, screwing up his courage before slowly unfastening them, swiftly shoving them down over his hips and thighs to puddle at his ankles. He was surprised and chagrinned to see that Raven wore no underwear, boldly thrusting forth from a thatch of dark curls. Raven kicked the jeans out of his way, climbing onto the bed and indicating a spot in the middle.
"Lie here."
Justin complied, lying on his back, legs slightly parted, which Raven nudged wider as he wedged himself between them. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of Justin's shoulders and bent his head, sliding his tongue over his lower lip, drawing it into his mouth where he suckled it, doing this with the upper one before probing his mouth deeply, kissing him until Justin moaned, his hands linking behind his neck.
"You like that, hmmm?" Raven husked, licking down his throat, sucking at the tender spot in the crook between neck and shoulder.
Justin nearly bucked off the bed when Raven's mouth enclosed a taut nipple, his studded tongue lashing it mercilessly. "Jesus, Raven!" Justin gasped as he nibbled the bud, moving to the twin to repeat his torture. Justin whined softly, his fingers twisting restlessly in his hair.
"God, your nipples are so sensitive, aren't they?" Raven growled, laving it, spiraling his tongue around it, suckling it greedily, moaning at Justin's response. He reluctantly left off to work his way down, tracing each rib with fingers, lips and tongue, returning to his navel, dipping into it before moving lower, scraping his teeth down the tendon of each thigh. He nuzzled Justin's balls, opening his mouth to take one, then the other into it, a sound of enjoyment coming from his throat as he worried them, teasing and nibbling them until Justin whimpered his name urgently. He curled his tongue around the root of his shaft, slowly, maddeningly licking up the length, tickling the tip of it just under the ridge, the piercing adding more stimulation.
"Raven, please..." Justin pleaded, his hands tugging at his hair, trying to force him to give him what he wanted.
"Ahh, you're impatient, baby," Raven admonished mildly, kissing the tip of his cock, lapping up the drops of precome that leaked out. "Mmmm, you taste so good. Hot and salty-sweet. Makes me want to find out what you taste like when you come. You want me to taste your come, Justin?"
Justin moaned, writhing helplessly, his body in an agony of delight. "Raven...yes...please."
Raven chuckled seductively, dropping light kisses over his shaft, pulling away when Justin arched, trying to seek more pressure. "Uh-uh," he scolded. "Keep still. I plan on taking my time with you. It's very rare I get to induct a virgin and I'm going to savor every...single...minute." He paused between his last few words to suck the underside of his shaft. He reached over to the nighttable, picking up a small tube, opening it and squirting a liberal amount of gel onto his fingers.
Justin nearly hit the ceiling when he felt the gentle probing of Raven's fingers at his entrance. He instinctively tried to clamp his legs shut, but Raven held them open, taking the head of his cock in his mouth and sucking strongly. "Oh, God...oh, God!" Justin cried, his fingers digging into the covers.
Raven eased a finger into him, delving shallowly, inching more of his cock into his mouth. Gradually, he pushed another finger inside, probing deeper until he found the slight bulge of his prostate. He growled deep in his throat as he rubbed it slowly and Justin bowed off the bed, whimpering louder this time. "Mmmm...yes, Justin," Raven rasped, his voice almost inaudible. "Feel how good it is. Sink into it." He angled his fingers to press more firmly against his g-spot. "Oh, that's it, baby. Oooooh, you're gorgeous when you're all worked up."
Justin was almost out of his mind with pleasure. He never thought he'd ever feel anything even close to this in his life. "Pleasepleaseplease...Raven...I need...I need..."
"Yes, tell me what you need, sweetheart," Raven encouraged, slipping a third finger into him, stretching him out, curling his fingers against that bulge, slickly stroking it.
"I need you," he panted, thrashing wildly, his hips bucking with frustrated need.
"hmm, do you need me to suck on you? Or do you want me inside you. Tell me, Justin," Raven's voice lowered into a gruff purr. "you want me to fuck you now?"
Justin nodded vigorously at this last. "Yes, yes! Fuck me, please. Now, yes."
Raven smiled wickedly, removing his hand and straightening up. "Then, turn over onto your stomach."
Justin blinked at him blankly for a moment. "Huh?"
"You want me to fuck you, right?" he asked patiently, picking up the tube again and squeezing some more gel into his hand, coating his shaft thoroughly.
Justin watched his movements, nodding. "Yes, I do."
"Then you'll have to turn over so I can." Raven almost laughed out loud at the speed in which he moved to obey. He ran a hand down his back, molding an ass cheek in his palm before shifting into position. "I'm going to enter you now, so relax, okay? It'll hurt less that way."
Justin couldn't help tensing even more at his words so that when Raven pushed inside him, he had to bite his arm hard to keep from screaming.
Raven cursed softly, halting his forward motion, rising onto his knees, pulling Justin with him. "Relax, dammit," he growled, his eyes snapping shut as Justin's tunnel contracted tightly around him. A groan slithered from him as he fought for his control. He withdrew, then inched deeper, massaging his hips and the small of his back, attempting to relieve the stiffness.
Justin gradually began to relax, the pain slowly transforming into an exquisite fullness. He experimentally wriggled his hips, surprised and pleased to hear Raven moan, thrusting himself full-length into him.
"Ahh, Jesus Christ!" Raven whispered, pausing to relish the heated snugness surrounding him. "Your ass is so fucking tight. Oh, yeah, do that again...mmm...I think you're getting the hang of this."
Justin rocked back against him, gasping at the skitter of pleasure that shot through him. Raven slowly withdrew almost completely, then glided back in, burying himself to the hilt. He settled into a maddening rhythm, plunging deeply, but restraining himself, not giving Justin enough to be satisfied.
"please, Raven...faster. Make me come," Justin begged, his head bowed as he tried to hold onto a semblance of control.
"Mmmmm, you feel so good, Justin," Raven purred, laying his chest above him, gently grinding his hips against Justin's ass. He grazed his teeth down the chord of his neck, nibbling on the nape. "Tell me, baby...do you like my cock inside you? Moving deep in your ass? Tell me."
Justin rolled his head back and forth on his shoulders, mewling in distress. "Yes. I want more of you...all of you. Please, fuck me."
Raven laughed softly, abruptly pulling out and flipping him over. He barred his forearm across Justin's stomach and, without preamble or warning, took him all the way down his throat. He sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing with the force. Justin yelled trying to thrust his hips further into his mouth, but Raven refused to let him, teasing, alternating between long, swallowing strokes and light kisses down his length, driving him crazy with the need to climax.
Raven forced back his orgasm again and again, enjoying playing with Justin. He rarely came across a lover so responsive. He filled his hand with jelly and, lifting his head, began to lather the shaft thoroughly.
Justin started at the cool slickness on himself. He lifted his head to look down at Raven, who was concentrating on covering every inch of his throbbing flesh. "Wh-what are you doing?" he asked breathlessly, panting at the feel of Raven's fingers stroking him almost tenderly.
Raven glanced up, his gaze intent. He rose up and straddled Justin's hips, massaging his nipples with his slippery fingers. "I'm going to ride you, Justin," he said hoarsely, reaching down to guide him to his puckered hole. "It's your turn to feel what it's like to fuck a man."
Justin's eyes widened, then rolled back in his head as Raven impaled himself, the sensation of excruciatingly snug heat enveloping him like a glove. He heard Raven hiss in a breath, then let it out in a long, low moan that made his stomach clench.
"Mmmmm...Justin," he rasped, lightly caressing the trembling man's abdomen. "Look at me." Justin did so, groaning at the sight of Raven sitting on him, a hand pumping himself slowly, his half-lidded eyes full of desire and humor. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you never had sex at all in your life."
Justin flushed hotly. "I'm not a stranger around a woman's body, Raven."
He chuckled, his hair swinging back over his shoulders as he tossed his head back. "Oh, I'm not doubting it, baby," he conceded. "It's just that you're so responsive... As if you've never been touched before."
"Well, in a sense, I haven't...by another man," he remarked dryly, moving restlessly beneath him, his body screaming for release. "Raven...could you...please?"
Raven smirked slightly. "I could," he answered, nodding. "Do you want me to?"
"Raven, please stop torturing me," Justin begged.
Raven leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of his head and slowly began to rise and fall, rocking his hips in small circles as he moved. "Stroke my cock, baby," he murmured, watching as Justin's fingers wrapped around him, matching his rhythm. "Yeah...like that...mmm... You've got good hands. Harder now."
Justin obliged, his own body starting to tighten as he felt the tingling in his lower belly signaling his fast approaching orgasm. "Oh, yes...faster, please! I-I'm coming."
Instead of complying, Raven slowed his pace even further, purposefully contracting his insides to ripple up and down the length of Justin's shaft, eliciting a loud whimper and plea for relief. "That feels good, doesn't it, Just?" He bent his head to suck the vulnerable skin of his throat, growling as Justin bucked into him, his hand involuntarily squeezing his cock. "Ooooh, yesss..." His tempo quickened, grinding himself down before lifting almost totally off to slam down again.
"Ahh, God, Rave! Yes, like that...faster, yes!"
Raven watched Justin as he neared his climax, pounding harder, driving him deep. "Come, baby. That's it...shoot your load inside me." He reached down to guide Justin's pumping hand into a brutal pace, mewing softly.
Justin panted harshly, meeting his plunges strongly. Then, in a bolt of lightning, his back shot off the mattress, becoming as rigid as a bow as he shrieked, his brain completely shutting down as it was overloaded with the current of ecstasy so intense, he couldn't process it entirely.
"Awww, fuck, yeah!" Raven shouted, riding him harder, milking him as he abruptly exploded in Justin's hand, spilling himself in tight, quick spurts before letting himself collapse on top of him, shuddering in the aftermath.
*****
Lance had a hard time drawing a breath, the vivid images making his pulse nearly race out of control. He licked his dry lips. "So, I'm guessing it was a good experience for you," he croaked.
Justin grinned amusedly, his hands resuming their kneading of Lance's thighs and hips. "An excellent induction, I would say. I knew Raven would be the right person to go to."
"Did you-" Lance cleared his throat before trying again. "Did you ever-I mean, were you two ever..."
Justin shrugged nonchalantly, skimming a fingernail along the elastic waistband of his trunks, feeling Lance's stomach muscles contract. "We got together a few more times," he answered Lance's unspoken question. "But, after a while, I had attained other partners and we decided to end our relationship, such as it was."
Lance nodded, not really knowing what to say. There wasn't much he could say through the growing lump in his throat as Justin nimbly delved a single finger under the elastic and swept it teasingly against his lower abdomen.
"Lance," Justin purred, moving closer, the heat of his sides pressing against the other man's inner thighs. "I've waited two years..." He paused for a moment, then continued. "two years for you. I want you."
A sharp stab of intense pleasure that felt almost painful shot through Lance at Justin's quiet words. He looked deep into his eyes and saw the truth there, the desire for him. He reached out and cupped a wet hand to Justin's cheek. "Yes," he husked, sliding the hand to lock behind his neck and pull him forward. When their lips touched, Justin sighed, melting against him like warm wax, sealing their mouths in a slow, exploratory kiss that left them both breathless.
"Show me," Lance ordered softly. "Show me how much you want me."
Justin hooked his fingers in Lance's trunks, tugging them off, stroking his hands back up his legs, brushing the backs against his balls. He deepened the kiss, spearing his tongue inside to seek every crevasse and hollow.
Lance moaned as Justin rolled his balls in his palms, pinching lightly, making him jerk in delight. He smoothed his own hands over Justin's chest, his palms rubbing over his nipples, pleased to feel Justin arch into his touch. He tore his mouth away, panting a little.
"Raven was right," he whispered. "Your nipples are very sensitive." He plucked them, smiling at Justin's whimper, then jumped himself as Justin's fingers enfolded his shaft in a firm grip. He drew in a harsh breath as he began to glide up and down, gently tugging and pulling, sending sizzling jolts of sensation up his spine, then back to pool throbbingly in his lower belly.
"Geez, Justin," Lance gasped, his head falling back against the lip of the tub, suddenly weak and trembly.
Justin laughed wickedly, bending to nip at his exposed throat. "Seems you're a little sensitive yourself, hmmm?" he remarked, humor rife in his tone.
"Bastard," Lance laughed, wrapping his arms around Justin and pulling him into a deep, soul-searing kiss that had them both moaning and straining against each other.
"Get up on the edge of the tub," Justin commanded huskily, sitting back to watch him oblige, his calves still immersed in the water. His dark eyes roamed appreciatively over Lance's nude, glistening body, pausing at the fully-erect shaft that stood proudly to attention. He climbed up to kneel on the bench, leaning forward to flick his tongue over one of his nipples, feeling it shrivel and bud in his mouth. He gently suckled gratified to hear Lance murmur his name in delight. He imitated his ministrations on the other one, laving and circling it hungrily. He skimmed downwards, whisking his tongue back and forth on his warmed skin, closing his mouth around his navel, darting the tip erotically in and out, sucking hard.
"Oh, Justin...mmmm..." Lance groaned, cupping the back of Justin's head, gently urging him lower. "Please..."
Justin raised his head and smirked faintly. "You want something?"
Lance let out a shaky breath and frowned down at him in mock-annoyance. "Don't be a dickhead, Just. You know what I want." Justin kissed his thigh, laughing low in his throat, the vibration rippling up into his groin. "Shit, man!" Lance moaned tugging Justin's head to him.
Justin lazily swept his tongue over the tip of his shaft, tasting his precome before tightening his lips around the head and sucking softly, chuckling when Lance let out another curse and arched his hips. He massaged his balls with one hand, the other lightly pumping the root of his cock, licking up and down the length, teasing the underside.
Lance's head fell back, his eyes drifting closed as the sweet pleasure flooded him. "Mmmm, yes....come on, Justin...suck me already."
"OK," Justin agreed. "Like this?" He enclosed the head again, applying the barest suction, flicking his tongue over the skin with feather-like brushes.
Lance's fingers tensed on Justin's shoulders, inhaling sharply. "Oooooh, Justin..."
"Or maybe this is what you want?" In a smooth motion, he sank Lance completely down his throat, gripping his bucking hips to hold him still.
"Ahhh, fuck!" Lance exclaimed, gasping as Justin began to bob in long, strong strokes, sucking hard. "Damn, Justin! Give a guy some warning, will you?"
Justin growled his laughter, slowing down to sensuously glide up and down, swirling his tongue around the tip before burying him again.
Lance moaned, watching Justin work on him, the pleasure splintering through him in ever-intensifying waves. "Justin...yes, please...oh, I'm gonna come."
Justin continued until he felt the swelling, indicating his impending release. He pulled off, biting the inside of Lance's thigh hard, making him yelp and jerk away. Justin moved back, wrenching off his suit and sitting on the bench. "Come over here, Lance," he rasped.
Lance looked at him for a minute, then eased into the water again and moved toward him. Justin pulled him onto his lap, tilting Lance's chin and nibbling his lower lip, tugging on it before delving inside. Lance shifted to sit astride him, reaching down to fill his palm with Justin's flesh. He twitched in surprise at the abrupt movement, then groaned under his breath as he began to bring him to pulsing attention.
"You like that, huh?" Lance murmured, lathed his tongue over the fluttering pulse in the hollow of his throat. "Feels good?"
"Hmmm...yes. Harder, baby," Justin encouraged, raking his nails lightly down Lance's back and arching into him. "Lance...mmm, I want you."
Lance lifted his head and looked into Justin's half-closed eyes. "Yes, I want you, too."
"Now."
"now," Lance repeated, raising himself and guiding the blunt tip of Justin's shaft to his entrance, exerting a steady pressure, gradually inching down until he was fully sheathed.
"Christ, baby," Justin moaned, clutching his hips, relishing Lance's shallow gasps. "So tight...ride me, please."
Lance obeyed, both men whimpering at the exquisite friction his motion afforded. He set a slow, sensuous rhythm, playing with Justin's nipples as he moved, licking the tender skin just below his ear.
"I can feel your cock throbbing inside me," he whispered, nipping his lobe. "You're so big and hard...mmmm, so good."
Justin's breathing quickened at Lance's words and the way he was grinding into him. He grasped Lance's ass with one hand, wrapping his other one around his shaft and pumping it in time to Lance's bouncing plunges. "Yes...that's good...ride me harder. Shit, you're so hot."
Lance's tempo increased until he was slamming down on him, his breath coming in harsh pants, his fingers digging into Justin's shoulders.
Abruptly, Justin yanked Lance off him, much to his protests. "Just a second," he muttered, climbing out of the tub and spreading a few towels on the cement by the ledge. He sat in the middle of them and looked at Lance with burning eyes. "Get that sweet little ass over here."
Lance quickly exited the water, kneeling beside him, waiting for his next move.
"On your back."
He lay as told, watching Justin slip between his thighs, clasping him behind the knees and drawing them up until his calves rested on his shoulders. He leaned forward, bracing his hands next to his chest. He cried out when Justin thrust deeply into him.
"Awww, yeah," Justin growled, rocking himself in and out in short, hard stabs, angling his hips so that he rubbed against Lance's prostate. "This is what I want. To fuck you into the ground. You like this, baby?"
Lance whined with each driving plunge, the pleasure so good, it was almost overwhelming. He tilted his hips to meet his, nearly screaming when Justin started pumping his cock in firm, tugging strokes. "Justin...Justin, yes...don't stop. Oooooh, I'm coming. Faster, baby, faster!"
Justin, panting raggedly, strained to give him what he wanted, pounding and ramming, his balls slapping loudly against his flexing ass. "oh, yeah, Lance, come for me. God, I want to feel it. Please, come for me."
Lance gasped loudly, covering Justin's furiously working hand, guiding his strokes into hard, rough, jerking ones that served to shoot him right off the edge.
Justin moaned as Lance screamed, his body curving sharply up into him, his seed spilling over his stomach and hand, his internal muscles clamping spasmodically on him. He matched the spasms until, with one savage lunge, he gave a nearly inaudible yell, bursting apart in pulsing spurts, falling heavily on Lance, every nerve short-circuiting so that he couldn't move, couldn't feel, couldn't think for a few moments.
Lance, after catching his breath, his shudders easing, rolled onto his side with the other man, their legs entwined. He turned Justin's head and brushed a light kiss over his lips. Justin opened his eyes and met his lover's dark, mellow ones. "That's what I call a hard ride."
Justin grinned lazily, quirking a brow, running a hand down his slick back. "And is that a complaint?"
Lance returned the grin, shaking his head slowly, stretching. "Nope. Not from me. I'm just wondering why you waited so long."
Justin shrugged. "It never seemed the right time to approach you. Then, you got involved with Dreamer and you seemed content, so...I decided to wait."
Lance kissed him again, lingeringly, this time. "I'm glad you did. You certainly made an impact this way."
Justin chuckled, withdrawing from him and moving to the tub, climbing in and feeling around for a moment. He returned, dropping Lance's sopping trunks onto his stomach, eliciting a good-natured curse. "Well, Lance," Justin replied, donning his suit, holding out a hand to pull him to his feet. "It's only natural. After all, we are called the Impact Players."
Lance rolled his eyes and skimmed into his trunks, scooping up a towel and snapping it at his partner. Justin darted away, arming himself with a towel of his own. They chased each other around the bubbling tub, flicking towels, wrestling and laughing like little boys.
Finally, Justin swung an arm around Lance's shoulders, kissing him hard before they made their way from the area, a new bond forged between them.