Say My Name, Say My Name

Part 10 (Interlude)

“Joe...” Lance said softly into the darkness.

“Yes Lance...” Joey answered yawning from his bed on the floor. Lance snickered.

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor...” Lance said with a smile.

“It’s the gentlemanly thing to do..” Lance snickered.

“Since when are you a gentleman?” he asked. He was hit in the head with a pillow. “Hey!”

“You’re the one who said I wasn’t a gentleman...” Joey laughed. He sat up from his place on the floor. Lance looked over at him smiling. He could see Joey’s eyes twinkling in the moonlight. Lance’s grin faded slightly. He reached out taking Joey’s hand in his own. His other hand moved to run through Joey’s dark hair. Joey’s face turned somber.

“Lance?” he whispered hesitantly. Lance’s lips turned up slightly.

“Come keep me warm Joey...” Lance whispered. Joey’s eyes closed at the deep voice. Lance smoothed his hand across Joey’s cheek. The older man leaned into the touch opening his eyes to look at Lance again. “Please Joe’Joe...” Lance whispered. Joey smiled before standing and climbing into bed behind Lance. His arms wrapped around the younger blond.

“Goodnight Lance...” Lance snuggled closer closing his own eyes and smiling slightly.

“Goodnight Joe...” he crooned before drifting off to sleep in Joey’s warm arms.

Part 11

Lance hugged the older man to him tightly. He had successfully held back his tears... so far. Chris sighed hugging Lance back. They pulled away to look at each other. Chris smiled.

“I’m gonna miss ya’ kid...” he teased.

“I’m gonna miss you too... you old fart...” Lance said in return. Chris laughed.

“I love you Lance.. I really do. I’m glad fate brought us all together...” Chris’ voice held an air of fondness in it that didn’t surprise Lance. Chris and the blond had never been really close. They were just so different. Chris was older and immature. Lance was still young and way wiser beyond his years. He already missed his lunatic of a friend. He already missed the late night pillow fights; the 4 am practice sections that Chris periodically sprung on them all. Chris was always good at cheering the others up. Lance would miss him a great deal. He hugged Chris again.

“I love you too Christopher... you’d better keep in touch... I want an invite to the wedding and if you ever need help with Fuman... business or creative... call me and I’ll be there.... we certainly have the time now...” Lance promised. Chris patted his back.

“Same goes for you Bass...” Chris smiled at him. “Don’t be a stranger...”

“I promise Chrissy..” pulled away as the flight back to Mississippi was called. He walked backward toward the gate watching Chris. “Call me when you get to LA... give Dani a big hug and scratch Korea behind the ears for me...” he called. Chris laughed nodding.

“See you around Bassman!” Chris answered watching him turn around and stop in front of Joey.

“You ready?” he asked. Lance nodded taking Joey’s hand and leading him toward the flight attendant. They smiled one more time at their friend before boarding the plane.

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Lance rested his head on Joey’s shoulder. The in-flight movie was some over-produced action film they had seen months prior. Nothing interesting at all. Joey smiled his eyes not faltering from the pages of his book.

“Joey... watcha reading?” Lance questioned.

“Robert Frost.. ‘The Road Not Taken’...” Joey said smiling over at him.

“Poetry.... read me something... please” Lance’s voice was soft and Joey smiled again.

“Fire and Ice...

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of Desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if I had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.” Joey finished and Lance snuggled closer.

“I’d like to perish by desire’s fire...” Lance groaned out. Joey sighed.

“You like turning me on, don’t you Lance?” Joey whispered. Lance chuckled curling tighter up to Joey.

“Always Joe...”

“I’ll get you back Lance Bass... just you wait...” Joey said laughing quietly.

Part 12

Lance sat at his office desk going over a recording schedule. He might not be a performer anymore, but he still managed Meredith and Jack. He sighed relaxing his muscles, and resting his head on the chair back. He ran a hand through his short hair groaning in exasperation.

“Hey!” Joey’s voice startled the blond, and he jumped in his seat eyes flying open. He sighed at the sight of Joey leaning over him and smiled weakly.

“Hey Joey...” Lance offered. Joey grinned.

“Come on... up, up, up we’re going put...” Joey said pulling at Lance’s shirt sleeve.

“What? Joey no... I have work to do...” Lance protested. Joey stuck out his bottom lip in a full-blown pout.

“No way! You are coming with me... we are gonna go out and have fun tonight... whether you like it or not...” Joey’s voice was stern. Lance chuckled.

“Alright... give me five minutes... I’ll be right up to change.”

“Good... I knew you would see it my way... I’ll be counting...” Joey called leaving the office. Lance shook his head turning back the schedule.

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Lance watched Joey stop to talk to a group of women midway between their booth and the bar. He watched as Joey smiled and laughed before excusing himself and continuing on his way to Lance. Joey plopped down across from the blond, placing two beers down on the table. Lance smiled at him.

“Get any numbers?” he asked. Joey grinned pulling half a dozen small slips of paper from his jeans pocket and depositing them on the table. He pushed at the small pile, letting them flitter to the floor. Lance looked at him curiously.

“That’s not what I came here for...” Joey said. His brown eyes were fixed on Lance’s green ones. Lance’s mouth was suddenly dry and he unconsciously swallowed several times. He took a gulp of his beer, clearing his throat.

“What did you come here for?” he questioned. Joey’s ever present grin widened in amusement.

“Well.. to seduce you of course...” Joey replied easily. Lance choked at the words beer flying up his nose in surprise. He blushed crimson coughing several times.

“Really... How do you plan on doing that?” he questioned. Joey smiled as the music overhead switched to a new fast beat song. Debelah Morgan’s “Dance with me” filled the crowded club. Joey stood gracefully extending a hand to his blond companion.

“Watch and learn...”

Part 14 (I don’t do 13s)

Joey sighed, the two had been dancing for quite sometime. Sometimes with each-other. Other’s with those surrounding them, but always within reaching distance. They stayed close together communicating non-verbally whenever necessary. It was getting late. Their bodies were tired and coated with perspiration; aching for a much needed rest. The fast paced song drew to a close easing into another. Joey pulled Lance’s body closer to his own, faltering slightly at the contact. He blinked a few times before smiling.

“Come on... lets get out of here?” he suggested talking over the noise. Lance understood nodding his head and clasping Joey’s hand in his own. He followed him from the dance floor and out of the club. Lance relaxed against Joey as they walked, still closely locked together. Joey felt himself smile again wrapping an arm around Lance’s waist.

The car ride was silent all the way back to Lance’s house. Only the low hum of the engine and the quiet rumbling of an approaching storm. Lance rested his head on his headrest, squeezing the hand still clutching at Joey’s. They pulled to a stop, the engine cutting off with the flick of Joey’s wrist. The rain was steady on the roof now. He looked over at Lance, who looked over at him expectantly.

“So... When are you gonna kiss me?” Lance whispered. Joey’s breathing hitched. Lance smiled. “I’ve been waiting all night...” he added softly.

“You want me to kiss you?” Joey questioned. Lance rolled his eyes.

“What? You think I let every random guy I dance with grab my ass?” Lance’s voice was teasing and Joey’s jaw dropped.

“That was an accident Lance... my hand slipped... I already apologized...” Joey’s tone held an air of embarrassment in it. Lance laughed, smoothing the tips of his fingers down Joey’s face, tracing his cheekbone.

“You didn’t hear me protesting did you?” Lance said smiling. Joey’s eyes softened. His hand reached up to hold Lance’s against his skin.

“What are we doing?” Joey whispered.

“I don’t know Joey...” Lance whispered.

“But you’re Scoop...” Joey smiled at him. “you’re supposed to know everything...” Lance’s face faltered and Joey frowned immediately. “Shit.. I’m sorry Lance....” The blond nodded in understanding. His eyes focused on his lap momentarily.

“Sometimes it’s better to not know...” he said quietly. He looked up at Joey again. “Sometimes... it’s better to go with your heart... and right now my heart wants you to kiss me...”

Part 15

Rain slicked skin slid against rain slicked skin and drenched cotton. Joey’s fingers threaded in hair pulling him closer, crushing their lips together. Lance steadied the taller man’s hips, hands curling around a broad waist, fingers dancing on skin under his t-shirt. He pressed back against Joey feeling the Italian’s hardness on his thigh.

Joey rocked against him, causing a spark of pleasure to scream through his nervous system. He groaned softly, gasping against Joey’s mouth. Joey’s tongue eased inside.

Joey was all around him. His taste, his smell, his feel. He was bombarded by each of his senses. He could hear Joey’s sighs and moans. He could feel his heart fluttering against his own through their chests. They kissed until they couldn’t breathe and the need for air took over, forcing them apart.

Joey’s eyes eased open. His forehead was pressed against Lance’s. Their breathes mingling together between their bodies. Joey looked up at Lance. The younger man stood, breathing heavily, eyes closed oblivious.

“Lance?” he whispered in concern. Joey watched pale green eyes opening slowly, tears hiding along the edges. Joey’s face fell. “I’m sorry... Lance?” he whispered. A few tears escaped his own eyes. Lance’s eyes were filled with pain and sorrow, and Joey felt his heart clench. He looked almost frightened of their actions. Joey cradled the younger man’s face. He wiped at the stray tears. “Shh...it’s okay Lance.. it’s okay...” he soothed. He pulled his friend into a hug. “You’re okay... I’m not him Lance... I won’t hurt you... I’m not him... I love you... always...” Joey rambled, absently rubbing circles on Lance’s back.

“Promise?” Lance whispers. Joey pulled back to look into Lance’s eyes.

“I promise.... I’ll never hurt you Lance...”

“I know that Joey... you wouldn’t EVER hurt me that way... promise me though... that you’ll love me forever and ever...” Lance whispered. Joey smiled.

“I promise Lance... I’ll love you till the day I die.... and then, I’ll love you in Heaven.. forever.” he whispered. Lance buried closer, pressing his face into Joey’s neck and shoulder.

“Lets go to bed Joe... I’m tired...” Lance whispered. Joey smiled, leading him up the stairs. “Sing me to sleep?” Joey chuckled.

“Always...”

Part 16

Lance watched in silence. Joey lay stretched out across the bed sleeping soundly. A days growth of facial hair making him appear older and rugged against the white sheets. Joey had allowed nature to take it’s course, his hair turning back to the deep brown Lance had secretly missed all these months. Lance reached out gingerly tracing the curve of Joey’s forehead. Joey sighed, his face relaxing in sleep. His full lips parted, his jaw twitching slightly. He released a quiet moan, moving into Lance’s traveling hand.

Lance smiled propping his head on a closed fist, to continue to observe the sleeping man. Joey was having a good dream. A smile encased his features. He sighed; licking his lips and pulling Lance’s body closer to him.

“Hmm.. Go back to sleep Lance..” he whispered nuzzling Lance’s neck. “It’s too early...” Lance glanced at the digital alarm clock. 4:47 AM. Way to early for either of them.

“Joey?” Lance whispered.

“Hmm?” Joey moaned, squinting up at him.

“I love you...” Joey smiled.

“I love you too Lance...” Lance shook his head sitting up some.

“No.. I mean I really...” Joey picked his head up to look at him, much more alert then the previous moment. Lance stopped to clear his throat. “I love you Joe.. Not..” he stopped once again, getting flustered. He sighed. “I think that I’m in love with you Joey..” he whispered timidly. Joey moved closer.

“Why does that frighten you so much?” he asked.

“Well we’re not even really together...” Lance was cut off by Joey’s tongue snaking into his mouth. Joey pulled back smiling.

“We can be...” he suggested. Lance nibbled on his lower lip. He still looked unsure. “Would it help if I told you that I’m in love with you too?” Joey whispered. Lance looked up at him. His eyes were seemingly brighter. Lance nodded in return.

“That does help...” he whispered. Joey laughed.

“Good... now lay down, get over here, and go back to sleep...” Joey ordered pulling Lance against him again. Lance slept soundly.

Part 17a

“Joey!” Lance called walking through the foyer of the house he shared with Joey. It had been several months since the end of Nsync and life had calmed considerably for the two men.

“Up here!” came the reply. Lance smiled to himself following the voice up the stairs to the master bedroom. Joey lay stretched out across the bed reading a magazine. Lance pulled off his jacket and shoes before climbing up onto the bed to straddle Joey’s butt. Joey laughed.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Just saying hi... how was your day?”

“Crappy...” Joey frowned for a few seconds before smiling. “And yours?” he asked. Lance smiled. He lowered himself down to rest along Joey’s back. He rested his head between Joey’s shoulder blades and smiled.

“Pretty good actually...” he said softly. “Why was yours so bad?” he questioned. Joey stretched beneath him.

“Same old shit... I spent two hours talking to Chris on the phone.... he’s arguing with Dani again. We’re having trouble finding someone to design the interior of the restaurant and only two guys showed up for the Manager’s position... I swear Lance, this restaurant idea is looking worse and worse each day...” Joey groaned. Lance sighed. He sat up sliding his hands up under Joey’s t-shirt. “Umm... Lance... What are you doing?” Joey asked for a second time. Lance methodically rubbed circles over Joey’s back.

“Just relax Joe...” he prompted massaging the kinks and knots out of Joey’s back. Joey moaned in response sighing in contentment. Lance smiled. He leaned over to kiss Joey’s shoulder. Joey let the magazine slide from his hand to rest on the floor beside the bed. He pulled a pillow to his chest.

Lance slid backwards letting his hands fall to Joey’s lower back. Joey gasped feeling himself harden against the mattress. Lance smiled stopping for the briefest moment to pull off Joey’s shirts. His finger tips traced circles across Joey’s back, following the curves and dips of muscle. He traced the small tatoo on Joey’s shoulder he had gotten two weeks prior. He bent to kiss Joey’s neck. He sucked gently there, licking along the nape of his neck and his hairline. Joey arched pushing the pillow to the floor. He pressed his face into the mattress. His hands clutched the sheets into fists at his sides.

“Lance?” he whispered. Lance nuzzled his neck pressing his own erection down against Joey’s butt. “Ohh Fuck.. Lance please...” Joey sighed into the bed. Lance licked along Joey’s ear before whispering against Joey’s ear.

“Turn over Joe.. I want to see...” he whispered. He lifted himself up. Joey quickly rolled beneath him, breathing heavy, face flushed. Lance looked down and relaxed down atop him. Their erections pressed against each other and both men reacted in turn. Lance’s lips sought out Joey’s claiming the space as his own. Joey bucked up against him.

“Joey?” Lance gasped pulling back to look at him. Joey blinked up at him. His brown eyes were twinkling brightly. Lance touched his cheek gently. “I want you so much Joey... I love you.. Make love to me...” Joey reached up to cradle Lance’s cheek.

“Don’t do something spur of the moment Lance.. we both have to be ready. If you aren’t then neither am I, and we can wait...” he whispered. Lance smiled.

“But I am ready... I want to make love with you.. To feel you inside of me...to see the emotion in your eyes while we make love...” Lance whispered.. He closed his eyes resting his forehead against Joey’s. “I love you Joe.. More then I’ve ever loved anything or *anyone* in my entire life..” he whispered. He opened his eyes again. “I want to be yours.. I want you to be mine...” he added. Joey could see the emotion in Lance’s eyes. He smiled tilting his head up to capture Lance’s lips in an aggressive kiss.

“I love you too...” he smiled. Lance smiled.

“Good” he rolled over onto his back pulling Joey on top of himself. “Then come here and show me...” Joey took his que and attached his lips to Lance’s pale neck. Lance sighed leaning his head to the side, giving Joey more room to explore. He closed his eyes relishing in the attention Joey’s fingers and lips were giving his skin.

Lance sighed running his hands through Joey’s hair and down his back.

“God... don’t stop Joey.. You make me feel so good...” Lance groaned. Joey smiled licking at his skin once more before sitting up. Lance lay panting and hard beneath him.

“God.. I want you too Lance...” Joey moaned. His hands skimmed down Lance’s sides to the top of his jeans. He had quickly removed them and his boxers. Lance sat up beneath him pulling Lance closer. He kissed him greedily. He practically attacked Joey’s pants in an effort to get the material off. He needed to see him, to feel him, skin to skin.

Part 17b

Joey’s fingers trailed over Lance’s shoulders. They sat facing each other, legs tangled together. Lance was half in Joey’s lap, chests pressed together. Lance’s hands were pressed to Joey’s back holding him close.

Lance kissed across Joey’s jaw tasting his skin and running his own cheek along the hair of his chin. He lay his head to rest on Joey’s shoulder, burying his nose in Joey’s neck.

“Kiss me...” Joey whispered. Lance picked his head up to kiss Joey tenderly on the lips. Joey shifted bringing Lance down, to lay on his back. Lance released his hold on Joey to groan out Joey’s name. Joey kissed across Lance’s chest moving down toward his erection.

Lance’s mouth dropped open when he felt Joey’s mouth on his cock. He groaned audibly, his breath picking up speed. He ran a hand through Joey’s hair, coaxing Joey back up to his lips. He could taste his own precum on his lips. He squeezed his thighs pulling Joey’s body in closer. Joey moved to interlock their fingers above their heads.

“Joe...” Lance whimpered rubbing his erection into Joey’s abdomen.

“Alright... no more teasing...” Joey complied. Using precum and a fair amount of saliva Joey was able to lubricate his shaft. He squeezed Lance’s hand kissing his brow. Lance looked up at him. His eyes full of love and lust and an excitement Joey had only glimpsed at before. Joey licked at his lips earning him a smile. Lance squeezed his hand in return.

Joey lifted Lance’s hips sliding closer. He eased inside of him slowly. Lance moaned and groaned in pain tensing beneath him. Joey stopped, he smoothed Lance’s cheek. Lance allowed a single tear to roll down his cheek. Joey wiped it away.

“Shh...” Joey whispered. He placed gentle kisses across Lance’s face. “I love you... it’s okay...” he whispered. Lance took a deep breath forcing his body to relax back against the bed. He sighed smiling weakly and nodding against Joey’s hand. Joey eased further inside. His cock rubbed against Lance’s prostate.

Lance shot forward wrapping himself around Joey and releasing a half moan half whimper. He breathed against Joey’s shoulder holding him tight.

“Oh Fuck... Oh Fuck... Oh God Joe..” he moaned. Joey watched in awe as he thrust again. He bumped the gland a second time, making Lance gasp and jump in his arms. “Shit.. Right there Joey..” he cried pressing back against the welcomed intruder.

Joey continued to withdraw and thrust, time and time again. Each time Lance voicing his pleasure, his grip on Joey’s back tightening a little more. Joey’s pace began to pick up speed and intensity as he watched Lance’s face.

He looked so beautiful in his arms. Pale skin gleaming with sweat and red with exertion. His eyes half closed and a darker green then normal. His mouth swollen with kisses and open with each pant for air. He groaned one final time arching into Lance as he came explosively. He felt his limbs go out as the two tumbled to the mattress in a tangle of arms and legs.

He rested his head against Lance’s fighting to regain his breath. He looked up at him.

“OH my God... Lance... I’ve never had it like that before...” he whispered. His face faltered. “You didn’t come..” he whispered. Lance smiled lazily up at him.

“Yes I did... twice actually... once before you did and once after...” Lance said kissing Joey’s cheek affectionately. Joey pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him.

“Let’s never ever leave this bed again...”

“Sounds like a plan to me...”

“Yes... very good plan... never ever leave bed again... wonderful idea..”

“Joe?”

“Yes Lance?”

“You’re rambling again...”

“Am I?”

“Yes Sweetie...”

“Oh... okay... I love you...”

“I love you too... go to sleep...”

“Alright...” a pause “Lance?”

“Yes Joey?” a deep chuckle.

“Sweet dreams...”

“Always Joe...

Part 18

Lance grinned stepping into the newly finished restaurant. It was simple and unique, combining the homey feeling of the Fatone home and a NY style Italian restaurant. Red, green, and white were filtered out across the main dinning room. Lance immediately loved it. He knew he’d be spending countless hours here in the future. Lance approached the petite hostess with a smile. She smiled back at him.

“Hello...Welcome to Fatone’s.. How many in your party sir?” she asked.

“Two.. I should have a reservation with Joe Fatone..” she smiled nervously.

“Umm... Papa Fatone or Joe Jr.?” she asked shyly. He chuckled.

“Jr.” she smiled and nodded.

“Oh... you must be Mr. Bass.. I believe he is already waiting for you... he put aside one of the private dinning rooms for your dinner...” she explained. “Please follow me.. I’ll show you the way” she escorted him through the semi crowded restaurant to a small private room in the back of the restaurant. She held the door open for him as he stepped inside.

The smell of Joey’s pasta filled his nose and his stomach growled in response. A table set for two sat in the center of the room. Candles scattered around the room gave the place a romantic feeling. Joey stepped through a door that seemed to lead to the kitchen. He held to plated of pasta and garlic bread in his hands. He smiled at Lance. He walked to the table to set the plates down before approaching Lance. He led him to the table, helping him into his seat and pushing the chair in for him. He walked to his own place beside him. He leaned over kissing Lance delicatly on the lips.

“Hi Sweetie?” he said affectionately.

“Hello Joe... this is so beautiful... so sweet of you to plan for us..”

“It’s Christmas Eve Lance... I wanted to spend it with you..” Joey answered. He smiled again.

“How did you ever fall in love with me?” Lance asked softly.

“Rather easily...” Joey whispered. The silence lasted for a comfortable minute before Joey chuckled. “So when do you want your present?” he asked. It had become a tradition the year Nsync started that the 5 exchange presents on Christmas Eve, so that Christmas Day could be spent with family. Lance laughed.

“Whenever you would like to give it to me... yours is still at home...” he added. Joey simply shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter... I want to give you yours now...” he exclaimed. Lance watched as Joey stood from the table to retrieve a small gift bag from a side table. He returned quickly, smiling widely as he handed it over. Lance laughed at his enthusiasm. He reached into the bag to retrieve a small square jewelry box. His heart jumped ion his chest. A *ring box*... He looked up at Joey with teary eyes. Joey smiled weakly.

“Open it..”he whispered. Lance looked down again. He opened the small box gasping as his eyes settled on the gold wedding band. White and yellow gold were woven together for a beautiful and unique design. His eyes drifted closed.

“Joey.. I..” he stumbles. Joey jumped in.

“ I know you’re not ready to get married again... after everything that happened. I mean it’s been less then a year... I just wanted you to know... that I am in this for the long run... and when your ready I want to be your husband...”

“I will!” Lance interrupted. Joey stopped babbling to look up at the blond. He blinked several times before focusing on Lance’s eyes.

“Hugh?” he questioned. Lance smiled pulling him into a gentle kiss.

“I will... I will Joey.... I will marry you” Lance giggled between kisses. He hugged Joey tightly. “I love you Joe...” he sighed. “Forever..” Joey hugged him back.

“You will?” he whispered. Lance nodded against Joey’s shoulder.

“Yes...” he breathed. “A million times yes!” he added. Joey laughed against him. He turned to yell over his shoulder.

“Yes! He said YES!! MA! He said YES... he said YES!!!”he called laughing wildly. Lance watched in embarrassment and amusement as half of Joey’s living relatives flooded the room, congratulating the couple. The room was full of laughter and good cheer. Lance smiled moving closer to Joey. His arm automatically wrapping around his lover. Joey smiled at him.

“I love you...” he said softly.

“I love you too Joe... I wanna go home...” Lance added. Joey nuzzled his cheek.

“Are you sure?” Joey asked. Lance smiled.

“Yes.. I want you to make love to me tonight....” Lance whispered into Joey’s ear. He saw a thin blush creep across Joey’s face. “Under the Christmas tree... just like in our song... no one else but me and you... nothing I would rather do... then hold you all through the night under my tree... bring along the mistle toe... keep the music nice and low.. I’ll show you how good it could be...” he crooned. Joey shivered beside him, groaning quietly.

Twenty minutes later the two had arrived home. Joey smiled at Lance before going to start a fire in the living room fire place. Lance headed up stairs to collect the blankets and pillows from the bedroom.

Part 19

They constructed a makeshift bed in the living room floor. Joey climbed inside shedding clothes as he went. Lance smiled at him pulling at his own clothes. He walked around the Christmas tree. It was decorated in shinny balls and multi colored tinsel. Bright lights of multiple colors were mingled in it’s branches. It was beautiful in the dark room/ He reached into the tree to retrieve a small black box. He sat cross legged beside Joey wearing only boxers. Joey smiled at him from his place on the floor. He was stretched out nude and waiting.

Lance smiled at him before setting the box on Joey’s chest. Joey grinned at him picking the box up. He quickly unwrapped it. He stared in awe at a ring identical to that sitting on Lance’s ring finger. Joey Fatone was once again speechless. His eyes filled with tears as he looked up at his lover. Lance smiled extracting the ring from it’s box.

“So a couple weeks ago I’m out Christmas shopping and I happen on this little jewelry story on 14^th... and I absolutely fall in love with this beautiful white and yellow gold wedding band. The next day I return to buy it to find it had been sold already...” he smiled at the realization in Joey’s eyes. He took Joey’s hand in his sliding the ring up the appropriate finger. “I had to have that ring... so I begged the jeweler to make another. He finished it just last night...” Lance continued. “So now... Mr. Fatone... will you do me the honor of becoming my husband? Will you marry me?” Lance asked. Joey smiled nodding gently. He pulled Lance into a kiss. Lance smiled allowing Joey to pull his body down flat against his own.

They made love slowly, savoring every sensation. Each kiss and touch was explored. They watched each other, listened to each gasp and groan the other managed. Each moan was enjoyed to it’s fullest. For hours they made love.

Lance gasped for air holding Joey’s body to his own. The older man smiled in contentment. Lance fingered his sweaty hair, watching the fire light dance across the ceiling.

“I love you Joe..” Lance whispered. Joey turned to look up at him. He smiled.

“I love you too...” Joey said turning to place a gentle kiss to Lance’s chest. Lance smiled at him releasing another sigh. “More...” Joey moaned pressing against lance’s side. Lance’s eyes widened.

“More?” he questioned. Joey nodded slipping higher to kiss across Lance’s collarbone. Lance moaned at Joey’s erotic touches. “God... Joey... I can’t... I couldn’t possibly... not again...” he gasped as Joey’s mouth closed over his adam’s apple. Joey shifted to sit across Lance’s crotch. “Joe...” Joey bent down to capture Lance’s protest with a deep kiss. He felt Lance already hard beneath him.

“Shh... just lay back... let me ride you Lance... I’ll do all of the work..” Joey promised, grinding his ass into Lance’s erection. The blond could only moan in return closing his eyes and relaxing beneath Joey’s hands and lips.

Part 20

Lance slid into Joey groaning and arching up from the blankets. He gripped his pillow in ecstasy. Joey usually made love to Lance. It just worked out that way. Every time Lance found himself inside of Joey, it felt like the first time. Tight, warm, and wet. This was an erotic sweet torture.

He was completely at Joey’s mercy. He controlled the rhythm, the angle, and the speed. Suddenly Lance wasn’t so tired. He felt alive and energized. Joey allowed himself to be pulled down against Lance’s chest and easily rolled over onto his back. He willingly gave control to is lover. Lance sucked along Joey’s shoulder picking up the speed of his thrusting.

Joey moaned beneath him as he hit the prostate head on.

“Oh god....” the words were soft on Joey’s lips. He moaned, pulling Lance down on top of him. He clutched at his strong back and broad shoulders, sighing as his fiancee` thrust into him. *This* was pleasure. His eyes fluttered closed, sweat dripped from his brow. “Oh... I love you soo much....” he whispered. “Harder.. Please Lover.... make me come.... I want to come...” he begged arching against the man above him. His hand cupped the back of his lover’s head, curling through the silky spikes and pulling him down into a kiss. “Oh fuck....” Joey hissed as the feelings of raw pleasure took over his mind and body. He felt the younger man’s seed spill into his bowels and let go. He came between them clutching the man tighter to his chest. “Oh.... oh my god... yes...” he yelled shuddering and withering beneath his love. His head fell backward as exhaustion set into his frame. Lance rested his head against Joey’s, panting softly.

“Joe... say my name... say my name Joey...” he pleaded.

“Lance... Lansten... James Lance Bass.. James Lance Bass Fatone...” Joey whispered kissing along Lance’s ear. Lance smiled into Joey’s neck.

“I love you Joey Fatone...” he whispered.

“I love you too Lance... forever...”

“Forever....” Lance repeated. “Merry Christmas Joe...”

“Merry Christmas Lance...” Joey replied snuggling against Lance ‘under his tree’.

The End