She groaned when the light shown across her face, rolling over to avoid it she turned her back on the sleeping body next to her. Letting out a breath, she drifted back off to sleep.
Not five minutes later she felt a light touch go across her shoulder. She made a soft noise of annoyance and shifted a bit until the touch ceased. Another minute later and she felt it again at the nape of her neck. She reached her hand up and brushed at her neck.
Lance chuckled to himself and ran his hand down her back and to her side. He lowered his lips once again to her neck and kissed it lightly. He pulled her body lightly and flipped her onto her back.
Placing open mouthed kisses, he made his way from her neck across her collarbone up her neck to her left ear, rubbing his hand in a slow circle on her abdomen. She moaned lightly as the soft caresses brought her to an awake state, yet she kept her eyes closed.
Lance smiled as he heard her moan her approval, taking the lobe of her ear into his mouth and giving it a soft tug, he continued his path once again. He kissed her softly from her ear across her jawline and towards her mouth. Taking a moment to kiss her chin, he looked up at her. Her eyes were shut and her lashes graced her cheeks, her mouth was parted slightly and her breath had grown faster.
He smiled to himself and lowered his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. Kissing her slowly, he brought his hand up from her stomach, across her breast, and cupped her cheek. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and massaged hers before retreating.
"Morning, baby," he whispered huskily.
~*~
The keys land on the table with a soft bang and her purse follows. Elly ran a hand through her frazzled hair and sighed. The emergency room had been completely horrendous. Three car accidents, a few kids in need of stitches, and a few other small accidents. She was exhausted. Throughout her whole shift, all she had thought about was coming home and taking a nice hot bath.
Warm arms encircled her waist and she grinned softly. Soft lips brushed against the back of her ear and warm breath fanned against her skin as Justin whispered, �Hey, sweetie, how was work?�
�It was a nightmare,� she sighed. Her hands drifted down to the ones clasped across her belly and she tangled her fingers in them, squeezing lightly.
�Tired?� he breathed hotly.
Her eyes fluttered closed and she nodded her head sleepily, falling back against his shoulder. A hand untangled with hers and pushed her hair off to the side. Justin nuzzled his lips against the soft skin where her shoulder and neck met; she bent her head to the side to give him more access and sighed softly, some of the tension slipping away.
His hand reached down behind them and gave her bottom a soft squeeze as he asked softly, his voice raspy, �How come you never wear your nurses outfit for me?�
Elly let out a soft giggle. �We don�t wear those anymore, silly. We all wear scrubs now.�
Justin hmm�ed and licked the whorl of her ear, his breath fanning out to heat the wet skin. �Would you wear one for me if I asked?�
She grinned coyly, biting her lip a bit, before saying, �Only if you asked nicely.�
Justin half grinned against her neck and nuzzled his nose behind her ear. He sucks lightly on the lobe before biting down softly, the scrape of teeth barely noticeable. A hand slides across her front, cupping a breast and squeezing softly, before skating in the �V� of her shirt. His hand slides hotly against her skin he cups her breast again and she gasps as his fingers brush over an erect nipple.
Justin�s lips trail down her jawline and back up before he rasps in her ear, �You�d wear it for me, wouldn�t you?� He nips at the skin under her ear. �That sexy little white uniform, those white stockings, and the little cap. Mmmm, you�d look so sexy.�
Elly�s breath quickens and her chest rises and falls with every intake of air. She sways slightly and leans back against Justin�s hard body for stability, gasping softly when she feels his erection against the small of her back. His nimble fingers snaps open the front clasp of her bra and its skin against skin. The pads of his fingers rub across her nipple before plucking and rolling it between his fingers.
She moans softly and he chuckles softly in her ear. �You didn�t answer me.� He grinds his erection in her bottom and pulls her back against him almost roughly. �You�d wear it, wouldn�t you?�
~*~
�You�re such a cheap bastard!� exclaimed Lance, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
�Just because I�m not going to pay out the ass for a big birthday party doesn�t mean I�m cheap.� He sat up straighter on the couch and lifted his chin haughtily. �Besides, I�m not cheap. I�m frugal.�
Lance turned around, eyebrow quirked, and repeated, �Frugal?�
JC nodded. �Frugal.�
Lance laughed and shook his head. �Baby, that�s just another way to say you�re cheap.� JC crossed his arms and looked at Lance defiantly, his lips slightly pouty. Lance sighed in defeat and climbed into JC�s lap, straddling his waist, and linked his fingers behind JC�s neck. JC automatically uncrossed his arms and wrapped them around Lance�s waist �Ok, how about this. I pay for the party and you can still be cheap.�
�Frugal,� corrected JC.
Lance mentally rolled his eyes. �Frugal.� He scratched lightly at the nape of JC�s neck and grinned when JC tipped his head back and closed his eyes. He drew JC�s head forward and murmured against his lips, �Cheap,� and kissed away any argument JC had to offer.
~*~
�Oh c�mon,� argued Chris.
Lance stood in the doorway to the bathroom and crossed his arms, shaking his head vehemently. �No way. I�m not letting you put eyeliner on me.�
�You let the make up girls do it every night we have a concert,� argued Chris.
�That�s for a concert. I�m not wearing eyeliner just to go to a club.� He made a face and shook his head. �No, just no.�
�Dude, you get manicures and you let people rub fruity smelling lotion shit on your feet on a monthly basis but you wont let your boyfriend put a little eyeliner on you,� asked Chris. Lance shook his head no and Chris added, �Even if I say you�ll look hot as hell?�
Lance�s eyebrows rose. �Really?�
�Really really,� answered Chris. He grabbed a hold of Lance�s hand and tugged until he was sitting on the bathroom counter. �Like, sexy, even. Really sexy.�
Lance hmm�ed. Chris hooked a finger under his chin and he let his head be tilted back. Chris leaned in impossibly close to where Lance could feel his hot breath fan over his cheek, and began lightly dragging the dark kohl under his eye. Lance swallowed and looked towards the ceiling, nervous about having something so sharp so close to his eye.
The tip of Chris� tongue peaked out in the corner of his mouth as he applied the liner with extreme concentration. He turned Lance�s head and began working on the other eye until he pulled back to look at his work. He ran his thumbs under Lance�s eyes and made an approving noise in the back of his throat.
Lance got up and looked at himself in the mirror, nodding his head in approval. He turned around to voice his approval but was greeted by Chris� eager mouth fusing to his own. His eyes snapped shut and he moaned deep in the back of his throat, hands resting lightly on Chris� hips.
When Chris pulled away, his breath was unsteady and his voice was impossibly husky when he said, �Mmm, sexy boy.�
Lance moaned as Chris nipped at his adam�s apple and tilted his head back some more. Chris licked along his jaw and he gasped, �What about the club?�
�Fuck the club,� murmured Chris.
Lance chuckled and pulled Chris closer until a hard thigh met his erection. He sucked on the lobe of Chris� ear and wiggled his tongue through the piercings before whispering, �I�d rather you fuck me.�
Chris closed his eyes and shuddered. He grabbed Lance�s hand and began pulling him into the bedroom. �That can definitely be arranged.�