| Lance sat on the cold tile, looked towards the door and frowned a frown that sunk deep into his soul. Joey just didn't seem evil. He had never thought an evil person could give such refreshing backrubs or give off that mind-numbing warmth in his hugs. He never thought an evil person could make him forget everything in a loving kiss. STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT! Lance closed his eyes tightly and tried with all of his might to stop thinking of how nice it would be to run his fingers through those thick brown tresses, but cried when he found there was no use. He loved Joey. Lance turned on the shower and stripped himself before turning back to the door. "Joe!" "Yeah!" "Could you come in here for a second?" "Ok." Lance wrapped a towel loosely around his waist as the door jarred open just enough for the older man to slip through. "What?" Joey couldn't help but look at the shapes underneath the white cotton. "I'm sorry about before. I was confused and I had this dream that only made things worse." "That's ok." Joey lifted his shirt collar slightly off of his throat as the steam billowed around him. "You're ok now, right?" "Yeah." Lance moved closer to his friend. "I was just about to take a shower when I realized how rude I was about to be." "What do you mean "about to be"?" "Well," Lance moved closer yet. "I was going to use all of the hot water." "That's ok." "No, it's not, but I thought of a way to fix the problem." "How's that?" Joey grinned, already knowing the answer. "There's really only one solution. We'll have to take a shower together." "I can't think of another way." The larger man filled the tiny gap between them and reached up to remove his own shirt. Both men walked over to the shower where they stripped away the rest of covering their bodies. Joey sucked on Lance's neck as they stepped into the tub, causing deep moans to echo through the bathroom. Lance pressed his hands against the shower walls as the older man continued to lick and kiss his throat and down to his chest. "I love you." "I love you, too." Joey left trails of kissed down Lance's tummy and down to his groin before a hand pulled his head up to eye level. "No." "Why not?" "I'm just not ready yet, ok?" Lance took his turn on his friend, going down to his crotch, but not stopping. "What are you doing?" Joey looked down at the man teasing him gently. "Ohh... Lance..." The younger man stood on his knees, lightly holding onto Joey's legs for support as he worked with his mouth. "Faster..." Lance held on as hips thrust towards his face. A loud moan hit the walls of the small room and Joey slid to the ground of the shower with Lance now in his arms. Burning hot water beat against his back. "I want to repay you, Lance." "No." Joey frowned when he heard the rigid response. "Why not?" "I just want to be able to give you this and not take any." "I want to give you pleasure, too." "I don't want any." Joey held his frown, but simply reached up to the faucet. "No, I want to shower now." "I'll miss you the whole time." "Uh-huh." Joey left the tub and wrapped himself in a terry robe. He only stopped for a minute to glance at the dark figure behind the curtain. He left for bed. |
| Loving you; No |