| Loving You; The Dream |
| Lance looked at the ceiling of his hotel room. Shadows danced across the white paint. He closed his eyes tightly as a hand slid across his chest. Lance was only 17 and he had never been with anybody before. He was confused with his older group mate who was being so intimate with him. Lance breathed in as skilled fingers unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. He felt his jeans loosened. "Lift your hips." Lance raised his pelvis till the pants had slipped past his ass. "Good boy." Soon, the jeans were thrown away to the pile where he shirt lay. Lips touched his cold skin, leaving warm spots on his chest. "You're so soft." Lance nodded, placing his hands at his sides, next to his head, across his stomach. "Calm down." The older man took his shivering hands and kissed them lightly before resting them around his waist. "Sorry." Lance sighed as his friend sucked gently on his nipple. "It's ok. Just relax, ok?" "Mm-hmm." Soft lips left his chest and began to massage his tummy. Fingers ran over his shoulders as a warm tongue circled his belly button. Suddenly, his partner's shirt was removed and Lance began to rub the warm skin underneath his hands. A moan escaped the older man and Lance stopped. "What's wrong? That felt nice." "You just surprised me." He felt his face burning red. "That's ok." A kiss on his cheek soothed the heated skin and Lance continued to massage the back of the man leaning over him. He felt a shiver go through his body as fingers hooked underneath the band of his boxer briefs, but tried not to let the brunette see how nervous he was. Fingers wrapped around his growing erection and began to move up and down the shaft slowly. "Mm... Joey." Joey looked down at the sleeping man. Hell, he wasn't even a man. He was still only a boy. He smiled as Lance curled up into a ball, breathing lightly against the quilt. There was something about the way he kept to himself that made the older man wonder what went on in the head of his, and what made his smile so much in his sleep. "Mm... Joey." Joey's grin grew wider as the tiny moan flowed from the sleeping blond's lips. He leaned down and placed a kiss on Lance's forehead and rubbed his back lightly before pulling the blanket farther up to keep the cold night air that seeped into the bus out. As he began to walk away, Lance opened his eyes. "Hey, Joey." "Hi." "Where are you going?" "I was going to my bunk. It's really late." "Oh." "You should try to go back to sleep." "Could you just stay over here with me till I fall back asleep? I don't like to be alone." "Ok." Joey sat down and rubbed his younger friend's back. "That's feels really good." "Good." "I love you." Joey wondered what that could mean. You could love somebody so many different ways. "I love you, too." Lance looked up into the deep brown eyes that stared down at him. Joey bent down and hoped he hadn't taken those words of affection the wrong way. Their lips touched only slightly, but left both out of breath. "Good night." |