| Reality Bites I've always been kinda curious -- wondering what it would be like…To kiss him. To feel his warm breath on my face just before he pressed his lips to mine. His lips. Soft and satiny -- I'd bet my life on it. Every time he swipes his tongue across that full lower lip, my mouth waters. I wonder what it would feel like to have him grab me in a rage of passion and kiss me `till I can't comprehend a single thought? `Till my world starts to tilt on it's axis and I feel like I could melt into him. How would his tongue feel as he licked that soft patch of skin behind my ear? I'm shivering just from wondering. I wonder…would is stop with just a kiss? I yearn for more. I lust for him. Those green eyes -- would they darken with desire for me? Would his breath become shallow when I come near him? Would I be able to feel his heart race, his pulse quicken beneath my touch? His two-day-old beard would feel deliciously rough on my chest. Driving me wild as he followed the trail of hair down beneath my unbuttoned jeans. His whispers would be low and deep as he told me what he was going to do next. My palms are sweating. I can feel him undressing me. Lance has a slow, laid back approach to every thing he does. This would be the same. But still I wonder. Would this slow burning passion I've had for him be requited? Would he ever want me as I've wanted him so long? Could he ever love me as more than a friend -- a brother? Am I willing to risk it? For the touch of his naked skin on mine -- would I gamble everything? To hear my name echoed in the room as we lost ourselves in sweet carnal bliss? To feel his nails dig into my flesh as he pushed himself towards ecstasy? Would I recover if he didn't return my feelings? Could I go on if he says he could never love me like that? Am I willing to give up my best friend in my search to find my soul mate? I wonder about these things a lot. Every time I hear his deep voice I wonder how my name would sound when it's laced with fervor -- rolling off his lips as his body begins to quiver. Each time I see that crooked smile, I'm plagued with visions of him using that same mouth to suck on my earlobes or to lick the small of my back. So lost in thought, I didn't hear his footsteps behind me. I jumped slightly when he slapped a hand on my back. Lance grinned at me and my toes curled. "What's up? You got that `I just jacked off' look." I looked up at him and licked my lips. Shaking my head no, I watched him shrug and walk away. I leaned over slightly to admire the low riding boxer-briefs and licked my lips. That's not what I was doing -- but it's not a bad idea. I stood up and walked back into my room. Sliding my shorts down my legs, I stepped out of them and climbed into bed -- my dick already jumping with anticipation. The night temperature had set in and the cool air made the sheets crisp and chilly next to my skin. Propping a couple pillows up, I laid back and let the fun begin. ^ ^ ^ ^ "Justin? Justin, you awake?" I could hear his voice but it was faint. Raising my head, I looked around still in a dreamlike state. "Lance?" "Yeah, it's me. I thought I heard you calling for me. Guess not. Sorry I woke you." My head sank back into the pillows and I was almost back to sleep when I heard him breathing. I opened one eye and peered into the darkness. That's when I lifted my head only to feel a pair of hands push me back to the pillows, a mouth covering mine before I could ask or protest. I wouldn't have protested, though. Those lips against mine felt too good to even *think* about doing anything that would cause them to leave. The hands that pressed me into the mattress roamed my body with no certain destination, teasing and tickling and making me feel so damned hot that I swear to fucking God I thought I might explode from the pressure and anticipation. What did he want? Was I that obvious? Did he know that I went to bed every night with wishes to have him inside me? That every orgasm that rushed through my body had his name on it? Maybe. Or maybe not. Truth be told, I didn't care. This was Lance Bass. He went from shy-boy to a fucking sex God almost overnight. From wearing big bulky sweaters to sleeveless shirts that fucking teased me because his body had become so defined and if he moved just right I could see those small, dark nipples that looked like they were *made* for my tongue to tease. And that's exactly what I did. He hovered above me, kissing my neck and thrusting his cotton-covered erection against my abdomen as I crept down enough on the bed to lick at his neck and chest, using my teeth to nibble and bite his nipples to hardness. He matched his body by mine, licking his way down until our mouths were at the same level. His tongue was hot and left a trail of goose bumps in its path that made me tingle from head to toe. God, he's a strong motherfucker. So beautiful. That voice is like liquid fucking heat. So. Fucking. Sexy. His hands went down my boxers and fumbled around while he inched them down my hips. I was biting at the flesh of his shoulder when he grabbed a hold of my erection and started to pump it with a force that would either make me scream in pleasure or pain if he kept it up for another minute. When I felt his lips around my cock, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. When I felt his finger slip into me with no warning, I screamed out and jerked my body with discomfort. The low noise that came from his throat sent shivers down my spine and I knew that what he was doing was being done for his pleasure -- not just for mine. He made me come. Did he *ever* make me come. I swear I had aftershocks for five minutes after it was all said and done. He never even flinched. He just kept at it, his mouth never even leaving my cock until he'd taken everything from me. Even my soul. It was amazing. I'd never had an orgasm like that before in my life. I swear by everything that I know that I *will* have another one like it, though. I'll see to that as soon as I get up the balls to bring it up again. Until then, I'll just sit back and stare at that gorgeous mouth that God gave talent to for more than singing. And every night that I go to bed, I pray that I'm woken up in the same fashion that he used that night. *************** Lance sat up quickly, his body covered in sweat and his mind clouded with visions of Justin's face contorted with passion. He'd done it again. He'd had the same dream that had come to him every night for the past week and a half. He wondered why. Why in *his* dream, it was Justin's thoughts and side of the experience. Why it was Justin speaking the events that took place out loud into the tape recorder -- his journal while on the road. Why it was Justin's orgasm that ripped through his own body and brought on his first wet dreams since he was fifteen. When he met up with the others for breakfast that morning, he caught the culprit -- the cause of these dreams. The intense stare from his friend, his brother. A stare of lust and sex and want and desire. A stare of reality. A reality they both shared, but only in dreams. For now, at least. back |