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johnnyzbabe Kevin/Lance
Jan. 15th, 2004 10:05 pmturpsI've no idea where this came from. It's Kevin/Lance but also features Justin and Nick and is nothing more than a pwp. Lisa, it's probably not what you wanted but it's what came out *g*
“So, who do you think tops?”
The water Justin just took a gulp of comes back up at Nick’s words and he chokes and gags for a moment until he can breathe, then glares at Nick with red watery eyes. How the hell would I know? And more importantly, why the hell would I care?”
“He’s your friend. I would have thought you’d be interested.” Nick replies coolly before peering over the railings to look at Lance and Kevin again. “I mean look at them. I can’t imagine either of them taking it up the ass.”
Justin almost chokes again. As it is he can feel his cheeks heat up and frantically thinks of something safe to banish the images in his brain. Joey’s socks, maths problems, anything to get the thought of Lance and Kevin, bare asses in the air out of his mind.
“Well? What do you think?” Nick looks back then grabs Justin’s hand, tugging him to the railings. “Look at them. They’ve been together, what…four months now and I still can’t decide.”
Justin looks. Kevin and Lance are sitting with their feet in the pool. Neither are wearing shirts and their hair shines in the sunshine. They look perfect together, heads close as they talk and Justin thinks he’s never seen a more handsome couple. But Nick’s words have made him think of other things. Of Lance bent double on a bed, legs held up by Kevin’s hands. Or Kevin, perfect teeth biting at his lower lip as Lance thrusts into him.
Justin shifts in place, his pants feel tight and he slouches against the railings, hoping Nick can’t see what his question have done to him.
“I suppose if it went by looks it would be Kevin. I know it’s stereotypical, but heis bigger than Lance.” Nick looks at Justin then back down at the pool. “Then again I don’t think being fucked has anything to do with size. Come on Justin, help me out here. Do you think Kevin likes to be fucked?”
A moan bursts from Justin’s mouth, it’s low and needy and he’s horrified himself at the sound, covering it up with a cough. It’s a wasted effort as Nick doesn’t hear, standing stock still as if afraid to move. “Damn, they’re kissing.” He whispers under his breath and Justin follows Nick’s gaze and god damn, they are kissing, practically inhaling each other. Kevin has his hands on Lance’s back, fingers spread wide and Lance’s hands are in Kevin’s hair, making it stand up in wild clumps. It’s the hottest thing Justin’s ever seen, better than any porn.
Nick and Justin both stand, hip to hip as the show continues below them. Kevin has pushed Lance on his back, kissing his body. Nick whispers under his breathe, urging them on. “Come on, show us who bottoms.” He repeats it over and over until Justin slaps at Nick’s hand, telling him to be quiet.
When Lance gets to his knees Justin has to hold onto the balcony for support. His knuckles are white where they grip at the stone and Justin has to force air into his lungs. Lance is going to be fucked, sweet innocent Lance, the boy Justin grew up with.
Justin doesn’t look at Nick; he can’t. Just listening to his harsh breathing is causing Justin to shiver, he doesn’t need visual confirmation Nick is turned on too. But self control is impossible to hang onto and Justin has to press his cock against the railings rocking his hips back and forth in tiny movements.
Porn has nothing on the scene below and Justin thinks nothing could beat the thought of Lance being fucked by Kevin. He’s wrong and doesn’t even try to stop his gasp when Lance suddenly pulls Kevin to the ground and pushes up his legs until Kevin’s almost bent double. Lance doesn’t wait, just lines himself up and thrusts inside, making Kevin groan and beg as he lazily jacks his cock. Lance is totally in control and Justin knows he’ll never look at him the same way.
Kevin comes with an audible groan and so does Nick. Justin bites at his own hand leaving crescent shaped indents then looks at Nick who’s propped against the balcony, face flushed and eyes wide.
“So Lance is top eh?” Nick shakes his head and pulls at the crotch of his pants with a look of disgust. “That answers that.”
“They’ll probably switch.” Justin has to be the voice of reason even though he doesn’t believe a word of it. How could he when the last thing he saw before moving away from the railings was Lance looking up at him, and the way he winked as he rested his hand against Kevin’s chest.
“So, who do you think tops?”
The water Justin just took a gulp of comes back up at Nick’s words and he chokes and gags for a moment until he can breathe, then glares at Nick with red watery eyes. How the hell would I know? And more importantly, why the hell would I care?”
“He’s your friend. I would have thought you’d be interested.” Nick replies coolly before peering over the railings to look at Lance and Kevin again. “I mean look at them. I can’t imagine either of them taking it up the ass.”
Justin almost chokes again. As it is he can feel his cheeks heat up and frantically thinks of something safe to banish the images in his brain. Joey’s socks, maths problems, anything to get the thought of Lance and Kevin, bare asses in the air out of his mind.
“Well? What do you think?” Nick looks back then grabs Justin’s hand, tugging him to the railings. “Look at them. They’ve been together, what…four months now and I still can’t decide.”
Justin looks. Kevin and Lance are sitting with their feet in the pool. Neither are wearing shirts and their hair shines in the sunshine. They look perfect together, heads close as they talk and Justin thinks he’s never seen a more handsome couple. But Nick’s words have made him think of other things. Of Lance bent double on a bed, legs held up by Kevin’s hands. Or Kevin, perfect teeth biting at his lower lip as Lance thrusts into him.
Justin shifts in place, his pants feel tight and he slouches against the railings, hoping Nick can’t see what his question have done to him.
“I suppose if it went by looks it would be Kevin. I know it’s stereotypical, but heis bigger than Lance.” Nick looks at Justin then back down at the pool. “Then again I don’t think being fucked has anything to do with size. Come on Justin, help me out here. Do you think Kevin likes to be fucked?”
A moan bursts from Justin’s mouth, it’s low and needy and he’s horrified himself at the sound, covering it up with a cough. It’s a wasted effort as Nick doesn’t hear, standing stock still as if afraid to move. “Damn, they’re kissing.” He whispers under his breath and Justin follows Nick’s gaze and god damn, they are kissing, practically inhaling each other. Kevin has his hands on Lance’s back, fingers spread wide and Lance’s hands are in Kevin’s hair, making it stand up in wild clumps. It’s the hottest thing Justin’s ever seen, better than any porn.
Nick and Justin both stand, hip to hip as the show continues below them. Kevin has pushed Lance on his back, kissing his body. Nick whispers under his breathe, urging them on. “Come on, show us who bottoms.” He repeats it over and over until Justin slaps at Nick’s hand, telling him to be quiet.
When Lance gets to his knees Justin has to hold onto the balcony for support. His knuckles are white where they grip at the stone and Justin has to force air into his lungs. Lance is going to be fucked, sweet innocent Lance, the boy Justin grew up with.
Justin doesn’t look at Nick; he can’t. Just listening to his harsh breathing is causing Justin to shiver, he doesn’t need visual confirmation Nick is turned on too. But self control is impossible to hang onto and Justin has to press his cock against the railings rocking his hips back and forth in tiny movements.
Porn has nothing on the scene below and Justin thinks nothing could beat the thought of Lance being fucked by Kevin. He’s wrong and doesn’t even try to stop his gasp when Lance suddenly pulls Kevin to the ground and pushes up his legs until Kevin’s almost bent double. Lance doesn’t wait, just lines himself up and thrusts inside, making Kevin groan and beg as he lazily jacks his cock. Lance is totally in control and Justin knows he’ll never look at him the same way.
Kevin comes with an audible groan and so does Nick. Justin bites at his own hand leaving crescent shaped indents then looks at Nick who’s propped against the balcony, face flushed and eyes wide.
“So Lance is top eh?” Nick shakes his head and pulls at the crotch of his pants with a look of disgust. “That answers that.”
“They’ll probably switch.” Justin has to be the voice of reason even though he doesn’t believe a word of it. How could he when the last thing he saw before moving away from the railings was Lance looking up at him, and the way he winked as he rested his hand against Kevin’s chest.
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Date: 2004-01-15 02:17 pm (UTC)Lisa
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Date: 2004-01-15 03:57 pm (UTC)When I was thinking about how to write this I thought of a few different ideas, but when I sat down to actually write this is the one that came out.
Again, thanks for asking for something, I've enjoyed the challenge a lot :)
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Date: 2004-01-15 03:42 pm (UTC)I liked that one :-)
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Date: 2004-01-15 03:59 pm (UTC)I wasn't sure if it worked for the reader or not but I had fun seeing Lance and Kevin through Justin's eyes.
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Date: 2004-01-15 04:19 pm (UTC)Oh, yeah, that worked, lol!
Smutty, smutty Terri. That was fun.
*hides face behind fingers*
Can I critique again? Please? It's constructive...
Okay: Britishism- maths. In America, it's just called math. Math class, math homework, math problems. There's only one arithmetic, even if it's called "mathematics" plural, it really is the only universal language, so there's no plural of math. At least to the American way of thinking, I guess. "Maths" is like saying "sheeps". There's no sheeps, just sheep, singular or plural.
Okay, the other one is just a huge pet peeve of mine, but it's accurate. The first time you wrote "under his breath", which is accurate; two paragraphs later you wrote "under his breathe". "Breathe" is the action of drawing breath, a verb. Breath is a noun, a thing something can be said under.
Okay, I go now, I feel all mean, even though I don't wanna be...
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Date: 2004-01-15 04:31 pm (UTC)Man, don't ever feel bad about constructive crit. If you posted that it was crap and that's it I'd be upset, but if there's problems I want to know.
The maths thing I'll fight you on partially. It is a Briticism I get that, but at the same time you can't really say it's like sheeps because we do call it maths here. I understand your reasoning but to my mind maths is exactly what it is.
The breathe thing sounds like a typo. Good job I'll be begging for a beta before I throw all these up at my site ;)
As for the actual story. I think I've lost my smutty touch because I actually found it quite difficult to write. I'm just out of practice I guess *g*
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Date: 2004-01-15 09:38 pm (UTC)I realize that to your mind it is "maths" as opposed to "math", but that was my point. It =IS= a Britishism, therefore American boybanders would think/say "math" instead.
Again, it's just a dialect thing. I'm incredibly anal about details, particularly characterization details, so I feel that such things should be pointed out. American characters should speak/think American English. Spelling is one thing, I think it's funny to see the occasional "u" or "s" where American English would have no "u" or use a "z", but when it's an actual word/pronunciation difference, I think it matters. But then, that's my opinion. I'm entitled to it, and people should respect it, but it's up to each individual whether they choose to accept it themselves, or not.
*hugs, 'cuz still feels guilty*
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Date: 2004-01-16 12:52 am (UTC)I totally agree with you in terms of the story, it was a mistake to put maths and not math. I was just laughing at the sheeps thing in a wider context where you said sheeps is wrong therefore so is maths. I was just pointing out maths is correct here, but I totally accept I was in the wrong for the story.
Things like that should be pointed out, I want them to be, so don't feel guilty okay?
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Date: 2004-01-16 07:09 am (UTC)I just take crit of any sort so poorly, even when it's positive, I trip out giving it to others.
And I'm still laughing at the sheep thing, 'cuz I'm doing a HORRIBLE job of explaining myself. What I =meant= was that the American way of thinking is math can't be pluralized, therefore we *treat* the word the same as the word "sheep". One does not mean the other, lol. And if anyone can figure out a way that sheep DO mean math(s), I won't think they're cute & fuzzy anymore...
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Date: 2004-01-17 10:24 am (UTC)My mind may have just exploded.
Hot.
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Date: 2004-01-17 11:23 am (UTC)*hands you a tissue for mind gunk*
Thanks for letting me know you liked it :D