| He hadn’t meant for it to get this far. A simple night out turned quickly into mayhem and he seemed to be leading the pack. A drink turned into a shot which turned into jumping on the bar which turned into full-blown body shots. And his head was lighter than air. Thick smoke hindered his complete enjoyment of what he was doing. His green eyes twinkled as yet another cute girl hauled herself up on the bar to get a body shot from Lance Bass. He was high. Just completely high on the whole fame trip. “You are so sexy,” she grinned, as he poured another shot. “You wanna give or get?” he asked sloppily, already having consumed far too much for his body to handle. He wondered just how it was going to feel playing Giant’s Stadium with a hangover from hell. “I wanna lick you!” she yelled over the loudness of the crowd. Lance simply shrugged before tugging his shirt up to reveal his tanned and defined abs. He dabbed the area above his belly button with a splash of water and shook some salt on it. “Here,” he said, handing her the shot glass while he placed the lime in his mouth. He really had no fucking clue what he was doing ... or how he’d gotten himself into such a situation. He knew it was fun, more fun than he’d had in a long time. And having beautiful women toss themselves at him was simply mind blowing. The girl’s tongue darted out to lick the salt off his cool skin. She scrunched her face up as the Tequila burned down her throat. Lance leaned down to meet her lips with the citrus fruit. Their lips touched only briefly as the juice ran down her chin. He spit the rind out and straightened up. “Who's next?” he hollered, stepping over the collapsed girl. “Who needs a body shot?” The bar was slick with beer, and coins, and Lance felt loud. His ears thudded with each pulsing vibration of the music. He wondered why he’d never allowed himself such freedoms before -- why he’d accepted life in the slow lane while the others partied. If he wanted excitement, he had to find it himself. A hand wrapped around his ankle and he stared down with droopy eyes. “Hey! What’s going on?” he asked as JC frowned. “Get on down, Lance,” he shouted. “Now.’ Lance smiled as he kicked JC’s hand away. “Don’t wanna,” he grinned. “I’m having fun.” The next girl was assisted onto the bar and Lance turned his head. Inside, he knew JC was only trying to help, but he needed this so badly. He craved some kind of freedom and fun. He held his hand out to steady the college girl and gazed down at her with a slack smile. “You wanna get or give?” he chuckled. The girl tossed her hair back and got in his face. “Give. And I want you on your knees.” Lance blinked as he watched the petite patron snatch the bottle from his hands. JC tugged his ankle harder causing him to wobble. “Stop it!” Lance yelled, quite annoyed that JC insisted upon spoiling any fun he wasn’t included in. But JC only threw his arms up and disappeared into the crowd. The girl grabbed his hands and shoved him to his knees. “Stay put!” Lance blushed as her smile danced down at him. Oohs and ahhs erupted from the sea of faces that swam by him happily. His hands clutched at her jeans without thinking. He was eye level with her navel and completely oblivious to the sounds around him. Her hand moved down his cheek and under his chin, scraping against the stubble he’d grown to look older ... to be taken more seriously. She waved to the bartender for the salt shaker. “You’ve been naughty, Lance,” she yelled as she used her thumb to yank her jeans lower on her hips. A dab of salt on her bikini line and locked eyes with him. “I like naughty.” He was dumbfounded. Thus far, every body shot he’d given. Every one wanted to lick his skin it seemed -- to taste and consume a piece of him. But not this girl. She was unique. “Well?” Her eyes challenged him teasingly. “Let’s get it on, Bass.” Lance glanced around at the wave of faces open mouthed and laughing. He flashed his famous Bass look and turned back to the girl. His hands reached around her and grabbed her ass, pulling her to him. Slowly, his tongue darted out and lapped at the salty skin. He immediately began to get hard -- his jeans tightening quickly. His cheeks were already red from drinking but the blush made its way around his ears as he downed the shot. She bent over him and dangled the citrus over his lips with a smile that curled around the rind. Lance was dumbfounded as his hands traveled up from her ass to her waist -- then grabbing the back of her neck. His eyes deepened as he lowered her in -- daring to touch her lips with his -- abandoning the fruit for something much more enticing. It wasn’t long before his head was swimming and his body was wiggling, begging for some hotter action. But he was drunk -- really fucked up -- and wondering if he should. If he could. She jumped off the bar, flipping her hair back and extending her hand to him. In front of everyone. The back of his mind warned him that this could be splashed across papers in the morning -- his indiscretions -- his behavior. And bright pops of flashes invaded his eyes as he hopped down of his own free will. Because no one was going to rule his life. Alcohol gave him the power he needed. Some people clapped him on the back -- some hugged at him, and he even managed to sign an autograph before JC appeared again. Pissed. “Let’s go,” he growled, pushing Lance toward the exit. “Oh fuck, JC!” Lance whined, squirming away. “Leave me be, man.” JC wasn’t listening. He hoisted Lance over his shoulder and waved the onlookers away, scanning the room for their bodyguards, hoping to avoid a mess. Soon they were rushing over, eager to get Lance and JC out and go home for some much needed rest. But Lance was kicking and wiggling. The girl from the bar tilted her head and smirked at him. “Come with me!” he screamed, barely heard over the roar of the crowd. She read him well, however, and whispered to her friend before rushing toward him. JC rolled his eyes as the girl popped her head in front of him. “Must you carry him like a child?” she queried with a disarming smile. “Fuck off,” JC snarled. Lance jumped down and adjusted his shirt with a slack grin. JC shook his head before sliding into the limo with a look of utter disgust. “Hey,” Lance said with a smile. “Come on.” He kissed her cheek and let her into the limo. “I’m Gina,” she said breathlessly. “Oh for the love of fuck,” JC hissed. “He’s drunk. You’re really gonna do this?” She was undeterred, however, as he turned her back on singer. “He always so damn cheery?” Lance shrugged as he climbed in next to her. “Ignore him. He’s all Mr. Responsible lately.” JC paused to shoot his middle finger up before slapping head phones over his ears. “So, Gina, how old are you?” “Rude to ask, Lance,” she countered. “Older than you, but young enough to understand where this is headed.” “So that’s how it is eh?” he chuckled, letting the hum in his body slither euphorically. “You know you really fucked me up in there.” Very slowly, Gina reached across his lap to rest her hand on his thigh. “I fucked *you* up?” she laughed, throwing her head back. “How did I do that? I’m just a poor college girl trying to make it in the big bad city.” Lance stared at her intensely -- knowing his look was exuding sex -- knowing exactly where he ached for this to end. Not able to convince his body to wait. His hand tangled in her hair and he yanked her toward him, capturing her lips roughly. And he expected maybe, just maybe, she would gasp and slap his face because JC was *right* there and he was out of line. He knew he was. For the first time in his life, he didn’t care. Lance wanted her. But Gina was kissing back, arching into him, and Lance moaned into her mouth as her tongue swept across the roof of his mouth. And he thought she tasted perfectly -- salty and tangy -- amazing and full of lust. His hand skipped along the back of her neck, then down her spine, pressing insistently. Letting her know he needed more. And soon. Gina didn’t falter. Her hands dropped to his crotch, and soon she was lost in the dance, massaging him through his tight jeans, listening to the little moans that fell from his lips. It didn’t matter where JC was -- or what JC was doing. Neither cared as their hands began to explore -- as kisses began to become breathless and bodies grew sultry. “Air,” she gasped as Lance pulled her down over his body. “Huh?” He pushed a fallen strand of hair from her face and gazed up with fire consuming his jade eyes -- and a flush that caused his skin to glow. “Air?” “Conditioning,” she breathed. “Hot!” “I’ll give you hot!” he grinned, tugging her jeans down. And she laughed, using her hand to scrape along the delicious scruff that coated his jaw, and bent her head to lick his neck, and pressed her body against his in pure desire. Gina struggled to discard her jeans -- then fumbled with his. “Geezus,” she giggled. “I don’t wanna pinch you.” Her hands felt the unforgiving bulge, and it was harder than she’d expected -- larger -- longer. Lust curled inside her as Lance lifted her off him, tore his jeans off in mere seconds, then yanked her back to him. His eyes glowed in the dim limo lights and he sighed into her shoulder. “Are you sure about this?” “Yes,” she whimpered into his ear. “God yes.” Lance nodded, and slipped into her, squeezing his eyes shut as she moved over him, wiggling her hips to allow him in. Gina gasped as he filled her, and steadied herself against his chest, letting her fingers waltz over the tanned skin and well defined chest, grazing his nipples to elicit a deeper moan. Which he obliged her with. Gina twisted her head to the side and caught JC staring back at her -- his wide blue eyes meeting hers -- his mouth dropped open -- his hand rubbing absently over his crotch. “Damn,” she muttered, biting her lip as Lance gripped her hips. She tried to look away -- to ignore JC sitting there touching himself. She turned her face back to look down at Lance but JC’s intense gaze embedded in her and she found herself gazing at JC. Lance laughed as he caught her. And she blushed, and froze, wanting to die. “It’s okay,” Lance assured her, snatching her down to him for a frenzied kiss. “Go ahead. JC is ... he’s amazing when he wants to be.” JC didn’t bother to look away. He might have if Gina had freaked, but she didn’t. The look in her eyes was clear -- swamped with longing and raw with hunger. Lance could feel her body shake, and he rolled her over quickly, demanding release, wanting to please her as well. Remembering he was an equal opportunity lover. His body was focused, his hands traveling over her velvety skin, his mind a whirl from drinking and the sexy woman beneath him. So when JC crawled over on his hands and knees and looked up at him in question, Lance nodded. And when Gina opened her eyes again, JC was right there, attacking her lips with his -- using his tongue with feathery licks. Her entire body trembled as the two men swam before her. Lance moved faster, harder, pressing his cheek against her shoulder, nibbling on the soft skin -- holding himself off until he felt her let go. JC’s hand moved over his own erection quickly as he sucked on Gina’s lower lip, moaning softly into her. And Gina felt his cries grow more feral as he threw his head back and orgasmed. She hissed with overwhelming passion as her own body ricocheted helplessly against Lance’s -- his body pinning her deliciously against the leather seats -- his hair tickling her nose -- his chest and back slick with sweat. Her hands grabbed at his ass and tugged him closer to her. Moans and gropes -- sticky air that filled with sex -- and Lance opened his eyes, pressing his body up onto his elbows. He pushed her hair from her face and smiled faintly. “I can’t hold it much longer.” He bent down to kiss Gina’s eyelids, feeling the impending rush build inside. Gina nodded and let him go, rolling her head to the side where JC met her with another kiss. Lance grunted, and the sound excited her. She squirmed under him and wiggled until her body flushed with waves of delight and her nails raked down Lance’s back as she let out a shaky sob. “Excuse me, but we’re at our destination.” The intercom cackled and JC grinned. “We’re here,” he sighed, wiping his hand off on some tissues and struggling to zip himself back up. Lance felt dizzy as he disentangled himself from her body. He pressed her wrist to his lips and kissed the skin tenderly. “You’re coming in right? Spend the night with me?” She blushed up at him and he sighed happily. “Okay,” she conceded. “But I buy breakfast.” back |