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lilysaid Popslash Cross-dressing Challenge. I want to thank hurricanemegan and psychotraveler for beta reading. This is my first challenge so I'm very nervous. I hope everyone likes the story.
Celebrate your top ten in the charts of pain
Lover brother bougainvillea
My vine twists around your need
Giving What’s Needed
JC looked over at Lance hunched over his laptop, one hand clicking incessantly through a document while the other hand tugged at his sweaty flat hair. Lance hadn’t even taken a shower to wash away the dirt and sweat from the show, before he planted himself in front of the computer to answer emails from Wendy. JC could see the stress and fatigue in every line of Lance’s body and was determined to put his foot down and give Lance what he was screaming for without ever saying a word. JC calmly walked over and slowly lowered the lid of the computer as he bent down to whisper in Lance’s ear. "Don’t think or speak baby. From this moment on you listen to me." Lance melted against JC's lean body letting all thoughts of schedules and emails slip away, knowing JC would take care of him. The preparations were completed quickly; Lance didn’t know how JC did it but he would always get them a weekend free. They would fly to JC's home in Los Angeles knowing that no one would call or bother them for those three days. The minute they stepped into the house everything changed. Gone was the laid back mellow songwriter to be replaced by a dominant rigid master. Lance lost his strict straight-minded business mogul demeanor, his body loosened and he became meek and soft. Lance quietly walked into the house a step behind JC; he waited patiently by the door for a command. JC stretched out his hand folding his fingers around Lance’s palm and moved towards the staircase.
JC steered Lance upstairs to the master bath where he ran a hot bath with bubbles and scented oil. He slowly undressed Lance and stepped back. "Get in angel." Lance lowered himself into the tub and sank down into the warm water. Closing his eyes, he let the water soothe his tired body. JC left to prepare for the rest of the night. When Lance entered the bedroom he found a pair of silk pajama pants folded on the bed. A note lay on top of the pants. Take a nap and I'll wake you for tonight. Lance pulled on the pants and got under the covers.
A light tickling sensation pulled Lance from his dreams. He slowly opened his eyes and found JC standing over him sliding a single rose across his bare skin. "Hello, baby." Lance smiled up at JC.
"Hi."
JC stood up to grab the tray of sandwiches and fruit that he put together. He laid the tray across Lance's lap before joining him on the bed. They were quiet as they ate the light lunch JC had prepared. As JC put the tray on top of the dresser he looked at Lance through the mirror mounted on the wall above the dresser. "Did you prepare yourself?" Lance blushed but quickly nodded his head.
"Yes, sir."
"Stand up."
Lance stood at the side of the bed trying desperately to stand completely still. JC didn't like it when he moved without permission. "Take off your pants." Lance untied the drawstring allowing the pants to pool at his feet. JC knelt in front of Lance and lifted each foot, running his hands up Lance's legs. "So smooth baby." He lifted his eyes to Lance's groin to find it completely smooth and free of hair. JC leaned forward pressing a soft kiss to Lance's hip. "Good baby." As he stood up he pulled Lance into his arms. "Everything is laid out on the guest bed and Ron knows we're coming." JC pulled back and looked in Lance's eyes. "My baby girl is going to behave tonight." Lance blushed and looked down.
"Yes, sir."
"Good, now go to the guest room and prepare yourself. I'll be in later."
"Yes, sir."
Lance moved towards the door. "Stop." Standing completely still Lance waited for JC's next command. "Turn around." Lance turned and faced JC watching as JC moved closer. JC stopped in front of Lance and tilted his face up to look into his eyes. "Kiss me." Lance immediately wrapped his arms around JC lifting up on his toes to capture JC's lips. A gasp left Lance's mouth, as JC slid his hands down until he cupped Lance's butt squeezing and pulling him closer. Their tongues wrapped around each other sweeping and stabbing into their mouths. JC pulled back. "Go." Lance moaned as JC's hand smacked his butt with the command. Hurrying into the room down the hall, Lance stopped in the doorway and let his eyes perused the items on the bed. His fingers itched to stroke the silk material. He leaned against the door and took a deep breath. “Calm down.” He walked to the bed and lay down beside the clothes, closing his eyes he took a deep breath. As he released it he felt all his anxiety and nerves slowly leave his mind. When Lance opened his eyes he was ready for his night to begin.
He began by moving to the vanity where he picked up the bottle of hazelnut body spray. JC loved to kiss his neck as the scent surrounded them. Taking his time Lance applied the make-up to his face, both JC and Lance had taken a great deal of time to find just the right make-up to compliment Lance's skin color and to enhance the beauty of his face. After, his fingers brushed the royal blue silk underwear and matching bra. He slid the underwear on loving the feel of the cool silk against his flushed skin and the illusion of breast that the silicone inserts helped create. Next, he picked up the black skirt and stepped into it. He slowly slid it up his legs and reached behind to zip it up. Running his hands down the smooth material he straightened the skirt. It lay a few inches above his knees and flared at the bottom. The shirt was a deep red three-quarter sleeved wrap top with a modest v-neck. He moved towards the mirror and looked at his reflection. A smile brightened his face as his hands mapped the new curves of his body.
JC stepped behind Lance, wrapping his arms around his waist. “Beautiful, baby. Now come, I’ll help you with your hair.” They moved towards the vanity and JC lifted the wig. It was a honey blonde color, which suited Lance perfectly. JC pinned the wig in place and stepped back. “Perfect. You look beautiful.” A blush rose up warming Lance’s face. “Now you stay here while I change, then we’ll leave.”
“Yes, sir.”
JC pressed a kiss to the top of Lance’s head before leaving. Thirty minutes later JC walked in to find Lance sitting exactly where he left him. “Good baby, you listened. I wouldn‘t want to punish you.” Lance’s breath caught in his chest as he took in JC’s appearance. JC stood in the doorway dressed in sinfully tight red leather pants and black shirt that clung to his chest.
“Oh, wow.”
JC smiled, “Like what you see?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come on, let’s go.”
The club was dark except for the red lights mounted on the wall that flashed, illuminating the walkways. Bodies filled the dance floor grinding to the low thumping beat. JC walked in with Lance by his side. Eyes followed them the moment they stepped inside and made their way to their table on the second level. JC pulled out the chair for Lance. “Sit here.” Lance sat and turned towards JC. “Stay here. I’ll get us some drinks.” JC leaned forward pressing his lips against the band of black silk around Lance’s throat. Lance moaned and arched his head back. JC pulled back and looked at Lance. “Stay.” Nodding his head Lance watched as JC moved through the crowd to the bar.
Moving towards the railing, Lance leaned over looking for JC. As he leaned forward two hands grabbed his waist. “Hey baby, looking for some company?” Lance stood up quickly.
“No, please leave.”
One hand moved down to cup Lance’s butt. “Oh come on, I could show you a real good time.”
“She said back off.”
The man dropped his hands and turned. “And who are you?”
“Leave.”
Lance turned and moved to JC’s side. The man took the message and left. “I..”
“Quiet. I told you to stay in your seat.”
“I was just looking for you.”
JC wrapped his arm tighter around Lance’s waist and whispered into Lance’s ear. “I don’t want an excuse. You have one more chance or I’ll have to punish you.” He moved his hand down to rest on Lance’s bottom.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, now sit.”
Lance quickly sat and picked up his drink to cool the flush that came over his body at the thought of punishment.
As they sat watching the crowd Ron came to the table carrying two fresh drinks. “Hey JC, thought you might need a refill.”
“Ron.”
JC took the drinks and placed them on the table before grabbing Ron in a hug. “Hey dude, how’ve you been?”
“Good. Great actually Mike decided to move in. We’re in the process of moving him.”
“That’s wonderful man. I told you he was the guy for you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Ron turned to Lance. “Hi, angel.” Lance blushed and smiled at Ron.
“Hi.”
Ron leaned forward brushing a quick kiss across Lance’s cheek. “You look beautiful.” The blush deepened on Lance’s face.
“Thank you.”
“I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy your night.”
JC gave him another hug. “Bye.” JC stood and grabbed Lance’s hand. “Dance with me.” Lance nodded and followed JC to the dance floor. Slipping their way through the crowd on the floor, they settled against each other and quickly took up the beat grinding against each other. Ignoring the people around them the couple moved together. Lance turned pressing his back against JC's chest rubbing up and down the entire length of JC's body. Wrapping his arms around Lance's waist, JC pulled him closer as they moved on the floor. Lance pushed, rolling his hips and ass against JC's hard-on. JC leaned down to whisper in Lance's ear. "Slut." Lance turned his head and licked his lips. Hooking his arms around JC's neck he pulled JC closer to flick his tongue against JC's lips. JC groaned and pressed his lips hard against Lance, sweeping his tongue inside Lance's mouth. Pulling away he took in Lance's flushed cheeks. "Let's go." He grabbed Lance's hand and moved swiftly towards the exit. Ron smiled as he watched them leave.
"Every time."
Lance settled back against the seat as he watched JC drive. He moved his hand across the seat and placed it on JC’s thigh. As his fingers moved closer to the tempting bulge, JC grabbed his hand. “Don’t touch.” Lance pouted and inched his skirt up exposing his creamy thigh and his garter belt. “Don’t pout and do not touch yourself. When we get home you’ll get exactly what you need.” They continued the ride in silence until they reached JC’s house. JC slammed the front door closed and grabbed Lance's hand. They moved quickly upstairs, where Lance kicked off his shoes when they reached JC’s bedroom. JC left Lance by the door and moved to sit on the bed. "Come here." Lance stepped closer. "Stop there." Lance stood inches away from JC. "Remove your clothes." His hands flew to his shirt. "Slowly." JC leaned back on his elbows to watch the show. He watched as Lance slid the shirt up exposing tantalizing glimpses of smooth skin. Lance carefully lifted the shirt over his head to avoid disturbing the wig. His hand went to unhook the bra. "Leave it." A blush spread across his skin and he lowered his hands. "Take off the skirt and come closer." Lance unzipped the skirt and slid it down his legs. He left it and the shirt on the floor and walked towards JC.
JC sat up and pulled Lance onto his lap. Lance sat facing JC with his legs wrapped around JC’s waist. “You are so beautiful. I love you always, know that.” Lance smiled and rested his head on JC’s shoulder.
“Yes sir.”
Warm hands swept across Lance’s body, sending shivers all through him. With slow sure movements, JC circled Lance’s body laying his hands on Lance’s back. With a quick flick he unhooked the bra, dropping it to the ground. He dropped his head to lick Lance’s neck skirting the choker and moving down Lance’s chest. Lance gasped as JC’s tongue licked his nipple. He whimpered and begged for more. JC bit hard in punishment. “No talking, you know that.”
“Sorry sir.”
Dropping his head once again, JC licked the sore nipple to remove the sting. Lance wrapped his legs tighter as JC shifted and stood. JC lowered Lance onto his back on the bed and stood looking down at Lance spread out for his pleasure. “You’re mine. So pretty all spread out.” Lance lifted up as JC slid his underwear down over stocked legs. “So hard angel, you like this. All laid out for me to use.” JC swept his finger over the top of the stockings that lay on Lance’s thigh. Lance moaned, biting his lips to hold in the pleas and promises he wished to say, as JC moved his hand higher pressing against Lance’s groin cupping his erection in his warm hold. JC moved his hand, pressing against Lance thigh as he shifted closer. He settled between Lance’s legs and took Lance’s hands moving them up against the pillow. “Leave them here. If you move your hands, I stop no matter what.”
“Yes, sir.”
Lance tightened his grip on the pillow. “Good.” JC stretched across the bed opening the nightstand fumbling inside and pulling out the lube. He dropped the tube on the bed beside Lance and pushed on his legs until Lance spread them wider. Dropping his head, he nuzzled Lance placing kisses on Lance’s hip until he reached his cock and drew it inside his mouth. Lance whimpered and arched up into JC’s movement. As he licked and sucked, his hand flicked open the cap on the tube and slicked his hand shifting his position he moved his hand between Lance’s legs. Without removing his mouth, he slipped one slick finger inside Lance. Lance screamed and opened his legs more, thrusting up into the caress. One finger quickly became two as Lance shuddered under JC’s body.
JC lifted up and took in the sight of Lance flushed and begging. He pressed his lips to Lance’s mouth claiming it in a hard kiss. Giving one last kiss he moved away, never stopping the motion of his fingers. “I’m gonna make you come.” He pulled his fingers back before adding a third finger and slipping it in once again. The constant motion of JC’s fingers inside Lance’s body caused him to fly apart, shaking and screaming until he slumped down exhausted unto the bed. JC surged forward pressing his face against Lance’s neck. “So hot baby, but I’m not done with you yet.” Lance moaned as JC’s fingers started a slow stroking deep inside his body. Moving his free hand, JC cupped Lance’s half-hard cock coaxing it until he hardened once again. “That’s it, such a slut for it. Can’t wait to be buried deep inside.”
“Please, please.”
“Shh, I’m coming.”
JC moved back grabbing a condom and the lube. As JC settled himself, Lance tightened his grip on the pillow and wrapped his legs around JC. JC pressed forward groaning and throwing his head back at the feel of Lance, hot and wet around him. “Oh yes baby, you feel so good.” JC clamped his hands around Lance, his grip so tight he was sure to leave finger-shaped bruises behind. The pace quickened and soon found JC slamming forward fast and hard. “So open, begging for it.”
“Yes, yes.”
Neither of them could last long at that pace and quickly let go, JC deep inside Lance and Lance bathing them both. JC dropped forward, his arms shaking as he held himself above Lance. With his last bit of strength he rolled off Lance before collapsing onto the bed. Lance rolled over curling around JC, his head tucked under JC’s chin. “Thank you, JC.” JC pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Anytime baby. I love you.”
He wrapped his arms around Lance pulling him tighter into his embrace. JC felt his eyes growing heavy and closed them, not caring about showering before sleep claimed them both.
The End
Here's my story for
lilysaid Popslash Cross-dressing Challenge. I want to thank hurricanemegan and psychotraveler for beta reading. This is my first challenge so I'm very nervous. I hope everyone likes the story.Celebrate your top ten in the charts of pain
Lover brother bougainvillea
My vine twists around your need
Giving What’s Needed
JC looked over at Lance hunched over his laptop, one hand clicking incessantly through a document while the other hand tugged at his sweaty flat hair. Lance hadn’t even taken a shower to wash away the dirt and sweat from the show, before he planted himself in front of the computer to answer emails from Wendy. JC could see the stress and fatigue in every line of Lance’s body and was determined to put his foot down and give Lance what he was screaming for without ever saying a word. JC calmly walked over and slowly lowered the lid of the computer as he bent down to whisper in Lance’s ear. "Don’t think or speak baby. From this moment on you listen to me." Lance melted against JC's lean body letting all thoughts of schedules and emails slip away, knowing JC would take care of him. The preparations were completed quickly; Lance didn’t know how JC did it but he would always get them a weekend free. They would fly to JC's home in Los Angeles knowing that no one would call or bother them for those three days. The minute they stepped into the house everything changed. Gone was the laid back mellow songwriter to be replaced by a dominant rigid master. Lance lost his strict straight-minded business mogul demeanor, his body loosened and he became meek and soft. Lance quietly walked into the house a step behind JC; he waited patiently by the door for a command. JC stretched out his hand folding his fingers around Lance’s palm and moved towards the staircase.
JC steered Lance upstairs to the master bath where he ran a hot bath with bubbles and scented oil. He slowly undressed Lance and stepped back. "Get in angel." Lance lowered himself into the tub and sank down into the warm water. Closing his eyes, he let the water soothe his tired body. JC left to prepare for the rest of the night. When Lance entered the bedroom he found a pair of silk pajama pants folded on the bed. A note lay on top of the pants. Take a nap and I'll wake you for tonight. Lance pulled on the pants and got under the covers.
A light tickling sensation pulled Lance from his dreams. He slowly opened his eyes and found JC standing over him sliding a single rose across his bare skin. "Hello, baby." Lance smiled up at JC.
"Hi."
JC stood up to grab the tray of sandwiches and fruit that he put together. He laid the tray across Lance's lap before joining him on the bed. They were quiet as they ate the light lunch JC had prepared. As JC put the tray on top of the dresser he looked at Lance through the mirror mounted on the wall above the dresser. "Did you prepare yourself?" Lance blushed but quickly nodded his head.
"Yes, sir."
"Stand up."
Lance stood at the side of the bed trying desperately to stand completely still. JC didn't like it when he moved without permission. "Take off your pants." Lance untied the drawstring allowing the pants to pool at his feet. JC knelt in front of Lance and lifted each foot, running his hands up Lance's legs. "So smooth baby." He lifted his eyes to Lance's groin to find it completely smooth and free of hair. JC leaned forward pressing a soft kiss to Lance's hip. "Good baby." As he stood up he pulled Lance into his arms. "Everything is laid out on the guest bed and Ron knows we're coming." JC pulled back and looked in Lance's eyes. "My baby girl is going to behave tonight." Lance blushed and looked down.
"Yes, sir."
"Good, now go to the guest room and prepare yourself. I'll be in later."
"Yes, sir."
Lance moved towards the door. "Stop." Standing completely still Lance waited for JC's next command. "Turn around." Lance turned and faced JC watching as JC moved closer. JC stopped in front of Lance and tilted his face up to look into his eyes. "Kiss me." Lance immediately wrapped his arms around JC lifting up on his toes to capture JC's lips. A gasp left Lance's mouth, as JC slid his hands down until he cupped Lance's butt squeezing and pulling him closer. Their tongues wrapped around each other sweeping and stabbing into their mouths. JC pulled back. "Go." Lance moaned as JC's hand smacked his butt with the command. Hurrying into the room down the hall, Lance stopped in the doorway and let his eyes perused the items on the bed. His fingers itched to stroke the silk material. He leaned against the door and took a deep breath. “Calm down.” He walked to the bed and lay down beside the clothes, closing his eyes he took a deep breath. As he released it he felt all his anxiety and nerves slowly leave his mind. When Lance opened his eyes he was ready for his night to begin.
He began by moving to the vanity where he picked up the bottle of hazelnut body spray. JC loved to kiss his neck as the scent surrounded them. Taking his time Lance applied the make-up to his face, both JC and Lance had taken a great deal of time to find just the right make-up to compliment Lance's skin color and to enhance the beauty of his face. After, his fingers brushed the royal blue silk underwear and matching bra. He slid the underwear on loving the feel of the cool silk against his flushed skin and the illusion of breast that the silicone inserts helped create. Next, he picked up the black skirt and stepped into it. He slowly slid it up his legs and reached behind to zip it up. Running his hands down the smooth material he straightened the skirt. It lay a few inches above his knees and flared at the bottom. The shirt was a deep red three-quarter sleeved wrap top with a modest v-neck. He moved towards the mirror and looked at his reflection. A smile brightened his face as his hands mapped the new curves of his body.
JC stepped behind Lance, wrapping his arms around his waist. “Beautiful, baby. Now come, I’ll help you with your hair.” They moved towards the vanity and JC lifted the wig. It was a honey blonde color, which suited Lance perfectly. JC pinned the wig in place and stepped back. “Perfect. You look beautiful.” A blush rose up warming Lance’s face. “Now you stay here while I change, then we’ll leave.”
“Yes, sir.”
JC pressed a kiss to the top of Lance’s head before leaving. Thirty minutes later JC walked in to find Lance sitting exactly where he left him. “Good baby, you listened. I wouldn‘t want to punish you.” Lance’s breath caught in his chest as he took in JC’s appearance. JC stood in the doorway dressed in sinfully tight red leather pants and black shirt that clung to his chest.
“Oh, wow.”
JC smiled, “Like what you see?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come on, let’s go.”
The club was dark except for the red lights mounted on the wall that flashed, illuminating the walkways. Bodies filled the dance floor grinding to the low thumping beat. JC walked in with Lance by his side. Eyes followed them the moment they stepped inside and made their way to their table on the second level. JC pulled out the chair for Lance. “Sit here.” Lance sat and turned towards JC. “Stay here. I’ll get us some drinks.” JC leaned forward pressing his lips against the band of black silk around Lance’s throat. Lance moaned and arched his head back. JC pulled back and looked at Lance. “Stay.” Nodding his head Lance watched as JC moved through the crowd to the bar.
Moving towards the railing, Lance leaned over looking for JC. As he leaned forward two hands grabbed his waist. “Hey baby, looking for some company?” Lance stood up quickly.
“No, please leave.”
One hand moved down to cup Lance’s butt. “Oh come on, I could show you a real good time.”
“She said back off.”
The man dropped his hands and turned. “And who are you?”
“Leave.”
Lance turned and moved to JC’s side. The man took the message and left. “I..”
“Quiet. I told you to stay in your seat.”
“I was just looking for you.”
JC wrapped his arm tighter around Lance’s waist and whispered into Lance’s ear. “I don’t want an excuse. You have one more chance or I’ll have to punish you.” He moved his hand down to rest on Lance’s bottom.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, now sit.”
Lance quickly sat and picked up his drink to cool the flush that came over his body at the thought of punishment.
As they sat watching the crowd Ron came to the table carrying two fresh drinks. “Hey JC, thought you might need a refill.”
“Ron.”
JC took the drinks and placed them on the table before grabbing Ron in a hug. “Hey dude, how’ve you been?”
“Good. Great actually Mike decided to move in. We’re in the process of moving him.”
“That’s wonderful man. I told you he was the guy for you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Ron turned to Lance. “Hi, angel.” Lance blushed and smiled at Ron.
“Hi.”
Ron leaned forward brushing a quick kiss across Lance’s cheek. “You look beautiful.” The blush deepened on Lance’s face.
“Thank you.”
“I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy your night.”
JC gave him another hug. “Bye.” JC stood and grabbed Lance’s hand. “Dance with me.” Lance nodded and followed JC to the dance floor. Slipping their way through the crowd on the floor, they settled against each other and quickly took up the beat grinding against each other. Ignoring the people around them the couple moved together. Lance turned pressing his back against JC's chest rubbing up and down the entire length of JC's body. Wrapping his arms around Lance's waist, JC pulled him closer as they moved on the floor. Lance pushed, rolling his hips and ass against JC's hard-on. JC leaned down to whisper in Lance's ear. "Slut." Lance turned his head and licked his lips. Hooking his arms around JC's neck he pulled JC closer to flick his tongue against JC's lips. JC groaned and pressed his lips hard against Lance, sweeping his tongue inside Lance's mouth. Pulling away he took in Lance's flushed cheeks. "Let's go." He grabbed Lance's hand and moved swiftly towards the exit. Ron smiled as he watched them leave.
"Every time."
Lance settled back against the seat as he watched JC drive. He moved his hand across the seat and placed it on JC’s thigh. As his fingers moved closer to the tempting bulge, JC grabbed his hand. “Don’t touch.” Lance pouted and inched his skirt up exposing his creamy thigh and his garter belt. “Don’t pout and do not touch yourself. When we get home you’ll get exactly what you need.” They continued the ride in silence until they reached JC’s house. JC slammed the front door closed and grabbed Lance's hand. They moved quickly upstairs, where Lance kicked off his shoes when they reached JC’s bedroom. JC left Lance by the door and moved to sit on the bed. "Come here." Lance stepped closer. "Stop there." Lance stood inches away from JC. "Remove your clothes." His hands flew to his shirt. "Slowly." JC leaned back on his elbows to watch the show. He watched as Lance slid the shirt up exposing tantalizing glimpses of smooth skin. Lance carefully lifted the shirt over his head to avoid disturbing the wig. His hand went to unhook the bra. "Leave it." A blush spread across his skin and he lowered his hands. "Take off the skirt and come closer." Lance unzipped the skirt and slid it down his legs. He left it and the shirt on the floor and walked towards JC.
JC sat up and pulled Lance onto his lap. Lance sat facing JC with his legs wrapped around JC’s waist. “You are so beautiful. I love you always, know that.” Lance smiled and rested his head on JC’s shoulder.
“Yes sir.”
Warm hands swept across Lance’s body, sending shivers all through him. With slow sure movements, JC circled Lance’s body laying his hands on Lance’s back. With a quick flick he unhooked the bra, dropping it to the ground. He dropped his head to lick Lance’s neck skirting the choker and moving down Lance’s chest. Lance gasped as JC’s tongue licked his nipple. He whimpered and begged for more. JC bit hard in punishment. “No talking, you know that.”
“Sorry sir.”
Dropping his head once again, JC licked the sore nipple to remove the sting. Lance wrapped his legs tighter as JC shifted and stood. JC lowered Lance onto his back on the bed and stood looking down at Lance spread out for his pleasure. “You’re mine. So pretty all spread out.” Lance lifted up as JC slid his underwear down over stocked legs. “So hard angel, you like this. All laid out for me to use.” JC swept his finger over the top of the stockings that lay on Lance’s thigh. Lance moaned, biting his lips to hold in the pleas and promises he wished to say, as JC moved his hand higher pressing against Lance’s groin cupping his erection in his warm hold. JC moved his hand, pressing against Lance thigh as he shifted closer. He settled between Lance’s legs and took Lance’s hands moving them up against the pillow. “Leave them here. If you move your hands, I stop no matter what.”
“Yes, sir.”
Lance tightened his grip on the pillow. “Good.” JC stretched across the bed opening the nightstand fumbling inside and pulling out the lube. He dropped the tube on the bed beside Lance and pushed on his legs until Lance spread them wider. Dropping his head, he nuzzled Lance placing kisses on Lance’s hip until he reached his cock and drew it inside his mouth. Lance whimpered and arched up into JC’s movement. As he licked and sucked, his hand flicked open the cap on the tube and slicked his hand shifting his position he moved his hand between Lance’s legs. Without removing his mouth, he slipped one slick finger inside Lance. Lance screamed and opened his legs more, thrusting up into the caress. One finger quickly became two as Lance shuddered under JC’s body.
JC lifted up and took in the sight of Lance flushed and begging. He pressed his lips to Lance’s mouth claiming it in a hard kiss. Giving one last kiss he moved away, never stopping the motion of his fingers. “I’m gonna make you come.” He pulled his fingers back before adding a third finger and slipping it in once again. The constant motion of JC’s fingers inside Lance’s body caused him to fly apart, shaking and screaming until he slumped down exhausted unto the bed. JC surged forward pressing his face against Lance’s neck. “So hot baby, but I’m not done with you yet.” Lance moaned as JC’s fingers started a slow stroking deep inside his body. Moving his free hand, JC cupped Lance’s half-hard cock coaxing it until he hardened once again. “That’s it, such a slut for it. Can’t wait to be buried deep inside.”
“Please, please.”
“Shh, I’m coming.”
JC moved back grabbing a condom and the lube. As JC settled himself, Lance tightened his grip on the pillow and wrapped his legs around JC. JC pressed forward groaning and throwing his head back at the feel of Lance, hot and wet around him. “Oh yes baby, you feel so good.” JC clamped his hands around Lance, his grip so tight he was sure to leave finger-shaped bruises behind. The pace quickened and soon found JC slamming forward fast and hard. “So open, begging for it.”
“Yes, yes.”
Neither of them could last long at that pace and quickly let go, JC deep inside Lance and Lance bathing them both. JC dropped forward, his arms shaking as he held himself above Lance. With his last bit of strength he rolled off Lance before collapsing onto the bed. Lance rolled over curling around JC, his head tucked under JC’s chin. “Thank you, JC.” JC pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Anytime baby. I love you.”
He wrapped his arms around Lance pulling him tighter into his embrace. JC felt his eyes growing heavy and closed them, not caring about showering before sleep claimed them both.
The End
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