Can I Wash Your Back?
Disclaimer: I don't know any of the members of NSync or 98°. I do not know if any of them are homosexual or otherwise. Besides, if I truly knew this, do you think I would be sitting here writing about them instead of actively pursuing them?
These stories are dedicated to Kyla and Steph for putting up with me and my odd moments of personal crisis and being there when I needed them, and for the rest of the Royal Drewcrew for being a great group of people that I am glad to call my friends.
Lance stepped out of his boxers and climbed into the glass enclosure. Pulling the door closed behind him, he sighed with pleasure as the hot water sprayed over his shoulders and washed down his muscled back in a rush of heat.
He leaned forward, placing his hands on the wall in front of him and hanging his head forward, letting the water flow where it wanted. He lost himself in the heat and didn't hear the door open and close softly.
A moment later he felt a slight breeze and a soft deep voice speaking to him. "Ya know, Lance. It should be a sin to look that good under a shower."
Smiling, Lance raised his head and smiled at his new shower partner. Justin Jeffre was exactly the same height as him. So, this made looking him in eyes very easy. Looking into Justin's clear blue eyes made him smile and blush a little.
"What," Justin asked, closing the door and stepping up to him. Placing his arms around Lance's neck, he leaned in and gave him a small kiss.
"Nothin'," Lance mumbled, returning the kiss. He loved the way that Justin's beard scratched his chin. Running his hands down Justin's arms, he stopped and squeezed. "You've been working out with Jeff and the rest of the guys haven't you?"
"Mm, how'd you guess?" Justin never stopped kissing Lance and before Lance could answer he slipped his tongue into his mouth and began to gently explore.
Lance leaned in and wrapped his arms around Justin, wanting more. It had been too long since they had been together for any length of time. Both of their tours were over, *Nsync had just performed their last show tonight and 98° had stopped a little over a week ago.
Pulling away, Lance turned around, and leaned back against Justin's chest. He wriggled into him and laughed softly as he felt the hairs on Justin's chest tickle his back. Justin laughed too, Lance could feel the deep rumble of his voice echo through his whole body. It was funny, they were both basses but Justin's voice could do things to him. Fantastic things.
"A penny for your thoughts," Justin whispered, leaning in close to his ear.
Lance sighed. "Ah, it's nothin'. I'm just glad you're home."
Justin laughed and pulled him closer to him. He began kissing Lance's neck and worked his way down his back. Just as he reached the small of Lance's back, Justin turned him around and began to nuzzle Lance's dripping pubic hair.
He felt Lance try to pull back, just like he always did. He was very ticklish down there, that is until Justin really got started. Pulling back, he moved his attention to the swollen, purple head of Lance's dick. Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue out and tasted a drop of moisture that has formed at the slit. Bittersweet liquid coated the tip of his tongue, causing his own dick to pulse with need.
Lance began to run his hands over his body as Justin began to work his way up and down Lance's shaft, their mutual moans of pleasure filling the air. Opening his eyes, Lance noticed that the room was now completely filled with steam, glancing down at Justin, he found his lover had his eyes closed. The hot water from the shower head was pulsing against Lance's back again.
Reaching down, he pulled Justin to his feet and turned around. Grinding backwards against the hardness poking at him from behind. Justin laughed seductively and grabbed Lance around the waist. Pulling him closer, he kissed his neck and reached over, into the alcove in the wall, and grabbed a bottle of shampoo.
Using one hand, he twisted the cap off, while his other hand reached down and began to pump Lance in slow soft strokes. Lance had his head leaned back against his shoulder and was biting his tongue and gasping every time Justin's thumb swept across the top of the swollen head.
Reaching between them, he poured some of the shampoo onto himself and placed the bottle back on the shelf. Reaching down, he guided his dick towards Lance and slid in slowly. Once he was in, he stopped and waited for Lance to adjust to his intrusion.
A moment later, Lance pushed backward against Justin and whispered, "Please."
Not waiting another moment, Justin began to move in and out in smooth motions. Lance, began leaned forward a little and braced himself against the wall opposite them, and started pushing back to meet Justin on every thrust.
It was only a matter of minutes before both men picked up their pace and Justin leaned in over Lance's back, pulling him up against his chest and thrusting harder. Lance was gasping for air with each thrust and writhing in Justin's arms.
Reaching back over his head, Lance placed his hands around Justin's neck and held on, Justin had one of his hands around Lance's waist, holding him up and the other pumping Lance in time with his thrusts.
"Oh! Justin...I'm gonna..." Lance grunted. At that moment, jets of come began to hit the wall of the shower. Justin, feeling the spasm of muscles followed quickly, thrusting in Lance with rough jerks, losing any sense of rhythm.
They stood there for a moment, Justin leaning back against the wall of the shower, Lance cradled against his chest. Leaning down, Justin kissed Lance on the top of the head and rested his cheek there. "I missed you."
"I'm glad you're here," Lance told him. Turning his head, he kissed Justin softly on the lips and smiled. "Now, let's go to bed."
"But, I'm not tired," Justin said.
"I know, neither am I..."
Fin