The two young men sitting at the small table in the corner looked at the waitress with bloodshot eyes. The darkness of the room, coupled with the smokiness made it hard for them to see her. But that could also be the drinks. JC squinted at Lance and got up slowly, wobbling a little.
Lance glared back at him and pushed himself away from the table. JC sighed and trailed behind Lance as they headed toward the door. They'd been arguing most of the night and the waitress had just interrupted Lance's most recent tirade. As Lance slammed through the door, JC knew they'd be arguing on the ride home.
"Ya know," Lance growled, "I don't see what's so fucking hard about it. She knows about us and she's even told you she doesn't care."
JC peered up at Lance through lowered lashes. Lance's face was flushed with anger and the glittering pools of green that were focused on him looked as if they could shoot sparks. He loved the way Lance looked when he was angry. He especially loved the way Lance fucked when he was angry. He was insatiable. JC felt his jeans grow tight and pushed the thoughts away. This wasn't the time for that. Even though they were both bisexual, neither of them had ever had a girlfriend who understood that, much less wanted to watch them. His voice was soft when he answered.
"Lance, I know that, but it just feels strange to me alright? You know I want to, but I'm still getting used to the fact that I have to share you with someone."
Lance threw up his arms and got in the car, slamming the door. JC sighed and walked slowly toward the car. He got in and started it up. They rode in silence during the drive back to Lance's house. When JC pulled the car in the driveway, he shut off the ignition and leaned his head back against the seat.
"You coming in tonight?"
JC opened his eyes and looked at his lover of 2 years.
"Do you want me to?"
The look Lance gave him told him that that was a dumb question. JC got out of the car and followed Lance in the house. Somehow it felt different when he walked through the door tonight. He'd been here hundreds of times, but tonight it was as if a door was closing. What upset him the most was that he didn't know if it could be opened again.
Lance walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He pulled out 2 bottles of beer and handed one to JC as he brushed by him. JC watched Lance as he stalked into the living room and flopped down on the couch. He watched as Lance twisted the top off the bottle and took a long swallow from it.
Unable to contain himself, JC set his bottle down and entered the room. Lance wouldn't look at him, but JC knew that he was very aware of what he was doing. JC moved in front of Lance and knelt down. When their eyes met, green fire to blue ice, nothing else mattered. Lance held completely still, waiting.
"God, what you do to me."
Lance started to speak, but JC cut him off with a quick, but firm kiss. When he pulled back, Lance's eyes were already glazed and JC's heart skipped a beat. No matter where life took him. No matter what happened in the future, he would always remember the way desire made Lance's eyes grow smoky and his jaw tense.
"Jayce..."
"Shhh..." JC laid a finger over Lance's lips. "No more fighting okay? Just let me enjoy you tonight."
Lance parted his lips and pulled JC's finger in between them, sucking gently. When he nipped the tip of it, JC sucked a breath in and bit his bottom lip. Lance let go of JC's finger and shifted forward. JC met him halfway and groaned when their lips met in a crushing kiss. JC took control immediately, pressing his tongue in between Lance's lips. He ran his hands over Lance's chest and arms, seeking Lance's hands with his own. He twined their fingers together, squeezing gently and brushing his thumbs over the backs of Lance's hands before letting go.
JC explored further, wanting to touch every part of him, the earlier argument forgotten. Reaching the waistband of his jeans, JC hooked his fingers under Lance's shirt, bunching the material in his hands. With a slow, steady motion, he lifted the shirt, pulling until it was completely off before tossing it aside. He lowered his lips to Lance's chest and breathed in deeply. He loved the smell of him.
Lance sat, waiting, every muscle tensed. JC took his time, fluttering his lips over Lance's firm torso. The rumbling moan that followed made JC's lips curve into a smile. He knew every inch of this man and knew exactly what made him moan and what made him curse underneath his breath.
JC worked his way down, his fingers already undoing the button on Lance's jeans. He drug the zipper down over the already evident bulge and Lance lifted his hips so JC could slip the jeans and boxers down over his hips.
Lance watched JC with interest as he wrapped his long, graceful fingers around his cock. Lance sucked in a breath and closed his eyes as JC's soft lips closed around him.
"Ah....God Jayce," Lance rumbled softly.
JC pulled away from Lance, running his tongue over his lips.
"Tell me Lance," he rasped, "Tell me how you want it."
Lance swallowed hard. He opened his mouth to tell JC when another voice startled them.
"He wants it rough."
They both jumped, turning to see Lance's girlfriend standing in the doorway. Her shirt was unbuttoned and her hand had slipped inside, massaging her breast as she watched them. JC glanced up at Lance before turning away quickly.
"How long have you been there?"
Lance's question brought a smile to her full, pouty lips.
"Long enough."
Whitney made her way over to them and sat beside Lance on the couch. Ignoring his wince, she reached out and touched JC's shoulder and he looked up at her.
"I want to watch."
JC just looked away and shook his head. He didn't feel right about it. He just didn't feel right about Lance's girlfriend watching them. It didn't matter that she understood and accepted that they did this. Whit's hand cupped his cheek, interrupting his thoughts and she turned him back around to face her.
"Please Jayce....let me see. I want to watch you make Lance squirm." She flicked her gaze over at Lance who smiled back at her and winked at JC. "I want to watch you make him come."
JC's eyes were drawn back to Lance's erection. It was still hard and he licked his lips, wanting to taste the dewy droplet at the tip. In the end, he couldn't resist. Scooting back in front of Lance, JC snaked his tongue out, licking the tip. Lance shuddered and JC was lost.
As JC's skillful mouth went to work on Lance, Whitney ran her hand over his chest, tickling the thatch of hair leading down to where JC's mass of curls moved methodically. Lance let out a hoarse groan and Whitney took his hand, bringing the fingers to her mouth. One by one she suckled them, nipping lightly at the tips.
Whitney then guided his hand underneath her short black skirt. She was already wet and he pushed the material of her panties aside. Whitney gasped when he slid two fingers inside. The heel of his hand brushed against her clit and her hips bucked, thrusting upwards. As JC's movement increased, so did Lance's fingers. Harder and faster they worked, Lance and Whit's gasping moans getting louder.
Lance pressed the palm of his hand down as he stoked Whit. The friction made her cry out and she begged him to keep going. The warmth was already starting to spread, taking over and setting her skin on fire. She knew Lance was close as well. His ragged breaths and short moans told her that he was almost there.
Lance thrust one final time and Whitney shattered. Her body spasmed and there was a roaring that seemed to come from within her. Lance's fingers curled inside her, stroking one last time before pulling back.
JC suckled at Lance, his tongue sliding along his length. He moved quick and firm, applying pressure at just the right place. Whitney leaned against Lance, her gaze locked on JC's mouth as it slid up and down over Lance's cock. Lance's hands lowered to curl in JC's hair and when he moaned, Lance sucked in a harsh breath.
"Ah shit....Jayce," Lance panted, "God Jayce....please."
At the urgency in Lance's voice, JC smiled to himself and doubled his efforts. His hands kneaded Lance's thighs as his mouth labored over his cock. Lance stiffened and grunted an oath. Whitney had locked her fingers with his and he squeezed her hand as he was thrown over the edge.
Lance's body was wracked with convulsions as he spilled himself into JC. Whitney was fascinated as JC lapped every drop. Lance gasped for air and tried to focus on JC. He realized that his lover had finally relented and let Whitney enjoy them. Thinking about that made him start to get hard again and JC smirked up at him.
"He's really somethin isn't he?"
JC looked at Whit, shaking his head and chuckling. He watched as Lance began to run his hands over Whitney's stomach and she lay back on the couch to accomodate him. Lance's hand snaked out to grasp JC's and JC moved toward them.
"Yeah," he replied, "He's insatiable."