LovingYou7

Lance let his legs hang between the bars of the railing. He looked down to the street. It was so crowded with cars and people running down the sidewalk. He felt so scared as he feet swayed. Lance wasn't scared of falling, though. He was scared of living his life. In his short life, Lance had come to so many forks and there were so many roads he hadn't taken. What if he took the wrong road? That was all in the past, but he had come to another fork. Both paths were pleasing, and both had a negative effect if not taken. He just wished he could pick up a packet and look at all the details like when voting. Lance leaned against the metal and breathed in the night air. A ballot came to mind, but he didn't want to see which little circle was filled in. He had decided and didn't want to know if it was right or not.

"Come inside."

"I want to stay out here for a few more minutes."

"Well, can I join you?"

"Sure." Lance patted the cement next to him.

"Gotta love that fresh air."

"It's not very fresh, actually."

"When you grow up in New York this is fresh." Joey smiled and breathed in the smog filled air.

"I'm sorry I've been so indecisive. I just didn't know what I wanted."

"I don't mind. You can take all the time you need."

"Well, I've decided something."

"Uh-huh." Lance put an arm around Joey's middle.

"What dad doesn't know can't hurt him." Joey grinned as a face nuzzled against his neck.

"You're such a rebel."

"That's me." Lance kissed the older man's neck, taking in the warmth of his skin when all around him was cold. "I'm so bad."

"We should go inside. I'm sure the tabloids would love this pose."

"I'm just making out with your neck as a friend." The younger man looked up in defense.

"Uh-huh." Joey began to stand up, dragging Lance with him. Once the curtains were pulled shut Lance gave Joey a passionate kiss, pushing his tongue deep inside the other man's mouth. Lance pulled in close to the sofa when Joey took him farther away. "No one will see us in here. JC's staying with Justin and this door has a lock."

"Ok." Lance followed his lead into the hotel bedroom, and let himself fall down to the bed. Joey came down to him and smiled before bending in for another kiss. Lost in the love that clouded the room, Lance couldn't remember how they had both been undressed down to their boxers, but let Joey leave trails of tiny butterfly kisses all over his body. He had never received so much attention since he was a baby and shivered underneath the lips.

"You like this?"

"Uh-huh."

"Do you like this?" Joey kissed the inside of Lance's thigh, massaging the tender skin with his tongue.

"Mmm..."

"What about this?" He felt the a hand run itself lightly over the front of his boxers through the fabric.

"Good..." Joey removed the cotton, slowly pulling them over Lance's legs. A pair of hands moved over his crotch, sending chills up his spine. "Oh..."

"God, you're beautiful." Lance wanted to thank him for the compliment, but found himself unable to form sentences as fingers danced over the most delicate part of his body.

"Joe..."

"Lance," Joey bent down and whispered into his ear. "Will you trust me?" Lance opened his eyes and strained to put his words together.

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to be inside you, but it will hurt. I want to know if you will trust me when I say it'll be worth it."

"I trust you. You would never hurt me unless it was for something better."

"Good. Now, turn over onto your belly." Lance followed this order and lied face down on the bed. He felt Joey step off of it and heard someone walking into the bathroom. He waited and wondered how bad exactly this was going to hurt. He could only imagine in his naive mind what his friend was planning on doing. "Sorry, I took so long. I wasn't sure where JC kept his."

"That's ok."

"Do you still trust me?" Lance swallowed and closed his eyes tightly before answering.

"Yeah, but just out of curiosity, what are you going to do?"

"First, I'm going to put one finger inside you and then two and then we'll see how things go."

"Ok." Lance heard the noise of the bottle that Joey had found. He felt a hand lie down on his back and then a cold finger push inside his asshole. "Oww..."

"I know." Lance frowned to himself as he felt it slide in and out. Now, it came back with another finger. As they slid in, he gripped the sheets of the bed.

"Oh God."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Keep going."

"Ok, are you ready for another one?"

"Mm-hmm." Yet another finger was pushed into him. It hurt more, but he found his body was becoming used to it.

"Does it hurt too bad?"

"No, I'm ok."

"Good." Joey removed his fingers and moved over Lance, one knee at either side of his hips. Suddenly, he was filled, which caused a whimper to escape his lips. "Are you still ok?"

"Yeah." The older man began to push deeper in and back out of him. He moaned and placed his hands onto Lance's shoulders. Suddenly, Lance felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through his body.

"Oh, Joey... so good..."

"Get on your knees with me." Lance got up and felt a hand reach over to the front of his groin. This made his pleasure grow even more.

"I'm... I'm... com..." Joey's hands were soon covered with a warm, sticky liquid. He followed with his own release and fell to the side, lying on the bed. Lance gasped in a breath of air before turning to the man at his side. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Joey pulled Lance in closer to him, breathing against his neck. A quick thought came to Lance's mind-a scary thought.

"Don't tell my dad."

"Don't worry. I'll always keep you safe, and no one will ever know unless you want them to."

"Ok." Lance closed his eyes and felt a wave of relief flow over himself. He liked lying next to Joey, his first lover, and feeling no regret.