Taking his time, Lance walked slowly back to his apartment. He desperately wanted to call JC, but he knew that JC had been busy lately and stressed out from work.
Flopping on his bed, Lance tried not to cry as he thought about how much his life sucked at the moment. First he had lost JC and then he had lost his job which had been the only thing keeping him from moving to Orlando. Now however he had no job. No job? Orlando had jobs. Orlando also had JC.
Leaping up from the bed, Lance quickly grabbed the phone and dialed the number for the airport. To his surprise and relief, the next flight to Orlando was leaving in three hours and there was still tickets left for it.
Grabbing two large bags, Lance quickly filled them with clothes and other stuff he would need for the trip. He then left a note taped to the TV informing his roommates that he had gone to Orlando for awhile but would be back soon for the rest of his stuff.
Soon he was in a taxi on the way to the airport while dialing JC’s number on his cell phone, however there was no answer.
‘Later,’ thought Lance, vowing to try again once they were in the air. Even if there was still no answer he remembered to bring JC’s address and would just take a taxi to his place and wait for his boyfriend to return.
Hours later and several phone calls later, Lance had arrived in Orlando but there was still no answer at JC’s house or his cell phone.
Trying not to panic that something had happened to JC, Lance quickly found a taxi and soon he was being driven through the streets of early morning Orlando.
“Are you sure this is the place?” asked Lance as the taxi pulled to a stop outside a large house with a gate in the front blocking anyone entrance.
“Yep,” replied the taxi driver. “You sure your friend lives here?”
“This is the address he told me,” informed Lance. “So it must be the place.”
“You sure you don’t want me to take you to a hotel and then you can come back in the daylight?”
“No, I’m okay,” reassured Lance paying the taxi driver before exiting it and grabbing his bags from the trunk.
As the taxi drove off Lance slowly walked up to the keypad next to the gate. There was an intercom next to the keypad that Lance tried first but he got no reply from the other end.
Wondering what he was going to do, Lance mindlessly flipped over the card JC’s address was written on and discovered a series of numbers on the back. Figuring it couldn’t hurt, Lance began pressing those numbers into the keypad and to his surprise the gate swung opened.
Grabbing his bags, Lance began the short trek from the street to the house. Once at the front door, Lance held his breath as he pressed the doorbell.
*~*~*
“No,” groaned JC rolling over in his bed as the doorbell rang throughout the house. Ever since he had returned to Orlando he hadn’t been sleeping very well and this was the first night in a long time he was actually getting a decent night’s sleep.
When the bell didn’t stop ringing, JC knew that he would have to answer it, so he angrily climbed out of his big comfy bed and started downstairs towards the irritating noise. Knowing that it had to be either Justin or Chris, JC vowed to kill whichever one it was.
“What?” snapped JC flinging open the door without bothering to see who it was at first.
“I’m sorry!” cried the disturber backing away slowly in fear.
“Lance?” asked JC confused. Lance was the last person he expected.
“I’m sorry but I had been calling all night to tell you I was coming but I couldn’t get an answer.”
“Lance?” he asked again, this time in a whisper before reaching forward and wrapping the younger man in a tight hug. “I missed you so much. I’m sorry for scaring you but I haven’t been sleeping a lot recently. I was determined to get some sleep tonight so I turned off the ringer and my cell phone. When I heard the doorbell, I thought that you were either Justin or Chris wanting to bug me.”
“Why haven’t you been sleeping?” asked Lance concerned.
“I missed you,” answered JC honestly. “What are you doing here anyways? I thought you had a big project at work you had to do.”
“I was fired earlier today,” grumbled Lance. “And since it was the only thing keeping me in Chicago, I figured why should I stay there away from you when I didn’t have to.”
“Remind me to send a thank-you card to your boss,” teased JC, gently stroking Lance’s cheek. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too Josh,” smiled Lance. “But why were you working in a bar in Chicago when you’re rich? This place is huge!”
“I like meeting people,” smiled JC, running his hand through Lance’s hair. “I seem to have a thing for blonds.”
“I guess I shouldn’t dye my hair then,” chuckled Lance.
“If you did, I’ll still love you.”
“Good,” smiled Lance. “Now does this big place of yours have a bed somewhere? I didn’t get much sleep on the plane and you did say that you hadn’t been sleeping recently. I want to see if I can help you with your problem.”
“I need lots of help,” replied JC with a small smile as he led Lance up the stairs to his bedroom. Once there, Lance laid on his back on the bed and JC stretched his body over him.
“I love you,” whispered JC as he exchanged kisses with Lance. “I missed you so much!”
“Show me how much you missed me,” replied Lance softly, trusting his hips upwards into JC’s.
“Okay,” whispered JC, sliding his hands until Lance’s t-shirt and slid them up Lance’s chest until they reached their goal of Lance’s quickly hardening nipples. As he did this, JC was also placing kisses along Lance’s neck and collarbone, gently sucking and nibbling on the soft flesh he found.
Meanwhile, Lance ran his hands over JC’s body, naked except for his underwear. Sliding a hand down his lover’s back, Lance quickly slipped his hand under the waistband of the underwear and gently squeezed JC’s ass, causing the older man to moan in delight.
“You’re wearing too much clothes, baby,” murmured JC, tugging the t-shirt over Lance’s head, before returning one hand to one of Lance’s nipples and the other he took in his mouth as his other hand slowly slid further and further down Lance’s body. When his hand reached Lance’s crotch, JC gently began rubbing Lance’s erection through the thick fabric of the younger man’s jeans.
“Josh,” moaned Lance in delight. “God . . . Josh.”
“Love you,” murmured JC, popping open the button of Lance’s jeans and slid down the zipper, before slipping his hand inside to continue with his rubbing.
“I want you,” panted Lance.
“Don’t move,” ordered JC as he slipped off of Lance’s body and quickly made his way over to the nearby bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
True to his word, JC quickly returned carrying a hand towel and lube which he placed on the bedside table before moving down to the end of bed.
Standing at the foot of the bed, JC quickly stripped off his underwear before removing Lance’s shoes and socks. Crawling up Lance’s body, JC pealed off Lance’s jeans and underwear all in one motion before covering Lance’s nakedness with his own, while reaching for the lube.
“Josh,” purred Lance as JC coated his fingers in lube before inserting one into Lance’s tight hole, causing the younger man to gasp in pleasure.
Soon another finger joined the first as JC continued to stretch Lance all while sucking onto his collarbone.
“Josh I need you,” moaned Lance.
“Okay baby,” whispered JC as he removed his fingers and positioned himself to enter Lance.
JC couldn’t help but groan in pleasure as pushed inside of his lover. Lance was so tight, it was all that JC could do to stop from coming right there.
“Harder,” groaned Lance and JC obediently picked up the pace of his thrusting.
“I love you,” whispered JC kissing Lance passionately on the lips.
“I love you too,” replied Lance softly as he rocked his hips against JC.
Reaching between their stomachs JC began to firmly stroke Lance’s erection. Grinning against Lance’s lips, JC happily listened to the sounds he evoked from Lance, knowing that it was he who was making Lance sound those noises. Soon however, Lance’s groans of pleasure became closer together and JC knew that he was about to come.
Quickening his pace and stroking harder it wasn’t long before Lance released his sticky load between their bodies. Closing his eyes, JC also came as he clutched onto Lance for his life before collapsing onto his lover as his orgasm subsided.
For a few moments, they laid like that, clutched together, but soon JC rolled off of Lance and grabbed the hand towel to clean first himself, then Lance up.
Once Lance was clean, JC tossed the towel to the floor and snuggled down next to Lance, wrapping his arms around his boy before they both fell into a deep sleep.