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Mar. 27th, 2004 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsHere's the thing. No one is entertaining me, so I have to entertain myself. I know, I know. I'm hard done by. So I write *watches flist scroll past*
I've ficlets to do still I know, but I wanted to do this for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seiyaharris beacuse, well just because. She knows why.
*cuddles her* Hope you enjoy it hon.
I present, Lobster and ho. Or for people not in the know Chris/JC/Lance. Unbetaed, unseen by anyone but me, probably bad *shrugs*
Chris tries as hard as he can to support his boys. Watching TV appearances, attending concerts, just being there to show how proud he is. It’s why he’s in a hotel room in London. Beer in one hand, control in the other -- watching as JC steals the show on TOTP.
“He sounds good.”
“Yeah, he does,” Chris agrees, and looks at Lance who’s lying next to him, hand resting on Chris’ foot. Chris turns the volume down when JC finishes, puts his beer on the floor, then lies down, body pressing against Lance’s. It’s not that late, but Chris is slightly jet lagged and knows Lance will be too, not that he shows it; Lance looks as perfect as he always does.
Chris lets his hand rest on Lance’s back, fingers stroking against warm skin. Lance turns to looks at him, so close Chris could count every freckle then gently kisses Chris, a soft kiss that’s barely felt.
“I’ve missed you,” Lance admits, and rolls on his side, body heavy and warm as he half rests on Chris. “Both of you.”
“We’ve missed you too. C’s gonna freak when he sees you,” Chris says, and he smiles as he imagines JC’s face.
“When’s he due back?” Lance asks, and Chris tries to remember what JC had told him before he was swept away by his ever efficient assistants.
“It depends, I think he wanted to talk to Will Young, you know, to ask about being out. Then there was some kind of party.” Chris says, and he smiles again when Lance laughs so much that the vibrations tickle Chris’ chest.
“So it could be hours yet.”
“Probably,” Chris admits, but that’s okay, JC deserves this time to shine, and they both know it. “Guess you’re stuck with me for now.”
“I suppose I can tolerate you a few hours,” Lance says dryly, but he pulls Chris close as he says it, arm tight around Chris’ back.
They’re warm and comfortable, and within minutes they sleep.
~*~*~*~
“Lance!”
Chris jerks awake when he hears JC shout, but even before his eyes are fully open there’s a heavy body on his. Biting back a yell of surprise, Chris grins when he sees JC, whose expression is nothing but pure joy. Lance is awake too, and his fingers scramble against Chris’ back when JC wiggles across Chris to kiss Lance. A deep long nasty kiss that Chris loves to see so close.
“What are you doing here?” JC asks when he finally ends the kiss. But he doesn’t wait to hear the answer, instead he kisses Lance again as he burrows his hand under Chris’ shirt, stroking and caressing with skilful fingers.
“I came to see you win over the Brits,” Lance finally manages to say, when JC transfers his attention to kissing Chris’ neck. It’s a switch Chris approves of and he shows it by almost purring, as JC sucks and licks.
Lance looks amused when he hears Chris. The same as he always does, and he kneels so he’s side by side with JC, Chris supine on the bed below them. All Chris can do is lie still as Lance kisses him, and JC continues to work on his neck. This close all Chris can see is blond and brown hair, JC’s curls next to Lance’s short spikes. He wants to giggle at the thought of Lance with curls, but JC is doing wonderful things with his hands as he ventures higher up Chris’ shirt, and someone is undoing his fly, making Chris shiver as fingers brush over him.
Somehow, JC manages to keep sucking Chris’ neck as he lies down, and Chris’ hands clench in the bed sheets as JC starts to hump his leg, hips jerking in a punishing rhythm. At one point Chris thinks JC is grinding to the beat of Plug it In, but the thought flees his mind when he feels Lance grip his dick, and Chris almost arches off the bed.
Chris is almost lost in sensation, but in the last functioning part of his mind he realises that Lance needs attention, so he prises his hand from the sheets and pushes it down Lance’s pants, moaning when Lance’s reaction is to kiss him harder.
Chris feels wanton and sluttish as JC frantically humps his leg and Lance writhes under Chris’ touch. He imagines what they’ll look like to an outsider, and the thought is enough to take him over the edge, coming in his pants as JC bites down on his neck. The others soon follow, leaving Chris sticky and wet in three places. Not that he cares, that can be dealt with later. Now all Chris wants to do is lie with the men he loves, so he does.
I've ficlets to do still I know, but I wanted to do this for
seiyaharris beacuse, well just because. She knows why.*cuddles her* Hope you enjoy it hon.
I present, Lobster and ho. Or for people not in the know Chris/JC/Lance. Unbetaed, unseen by anyone but me, probably bad *shrugs*
Chris tries as hard as he can to support his boys. Watching TV appearances, attending concerts, just being there to show how proud he is. It’s why he’s in a hotel room in London. Beer in one hand, control in the other -- watching as JC steals the show on TOTP.
“He sounds good.”
“Yeah, he does,” Chris agrees, and looks at Lance who’s lying next to him, hand resting on Chris’ foot. Chris turns the volume down when JC finishes, puts his beer on the floor, then lies down, body pressing against Lance’s. It’s not that late, but Chris is slightly jet lagged and knows Lance will be too, not that he shows it; Lance looks as perfect as he always does.
Chris lets his hand rest on Lance’s back, fingers stroking against warm skin. Lance turns to looks at him, so close Chris could count every freckle then gently kisses Chris, a soft kiss that’s barely felt.
“I’ve missed you,” Lance admits, and rolls on his side, body heavy and warm as he half rests on Chris. “Both of you.”
“We’ve missed you too. C’s gonna freak when he sees you,” Chris says, and he smiles as he imagines JC’s face.
“When’s he due back?” Lance asks, and Chris tries to remember what JC had told him before he was swept away by his ever efficient assistants.
“It depends, I think he wanted to talk to Will Young, you know, to ask about being out. Then there was some kind of party.” Chris says, and he smiles again when Lance laughs so much that the vibrations tickle Chris’ chest.
“So it could be hours yet.”
“Probably,” Chris admits, but that’s okay, JC deserves this time to shine, and they both know it. “Guess you’re stuck with me for now.”
“I suppose I can tolerate you a few hours,” Lance says dryly, but he pulls Chris close as he says it, arm tight around Chris’ back.
They’re warm and comfortable, and within minutes they sleep.
~*~*~*~
“Lance!”
Chris jerks awake when he hears JC shout, but even before his eyes are fully open there’s a heavy body on his. Biting back a yell of surprise, Chris grins when he sees JC, whose expression is nothing but pure joy. Lance is awake too, and his fingers scramble against Chris’ back when JC wiggles across Chris to kiss Lance. A deep long nasty kiss that Chris loves to see so close.
“What are you doing here?” JC asks when he finally ends the kiss. But he doesn’t wait to hear the answer, instead he kisses Lance again as he burrows his hand under Chris’ shirt, stroking and caressing with skilful fingers.
“I came to see you win over the Brits,” Lance finally manages to say, when JC transfers his attention to kissing Chris’ neck. It’s a switch Chris approves of and he shows it by almost purring, as JC sucks and licks.
Lance looks amused when he hears Chris. The same as he always does, and he kneels so he’s side by side with JC, Chris supine on the bed below them. All Chris can do is lie still as Lance kisses him, and JC continues to work on his neck. This close all Chris can see is blond and brown hair, JC’s curls next to Lance’s short spikes. He wants to giggle at the thought of Lance with curls, but JC is doing wonderful things with his hands as he ventures higher up Chris’ shirt, and someone is undoing his fly, making Chris shiver as fingers brush over him.
Somehow, JC manages to keep sucking Chris’ neck as he lies down, and Chris’ hands clench in the bed sheets as JC starts to hump his leg, hips jerking in a punishing rhythm. At one point Chris thinks JC is grinding to the beat of Plug it In, but the thought flees his mind when he feels Lance grip his dick, and Chris almost arches off the bed.
Chris is almost lost in sensation, but in the last functioning part of his mind he realises that Lance needs attention, so he prises his hand from the sheets and pushes it down Lance’s pants, moaning when Lance’s reaction is to kiss him harder.
Chris feels wanton and sluttish as JC frantically humps his leg and Lance writhes under Chris’ touch. He imagines what they’ll look like to an outsider, and the thought is enough to take him over the edge, coming in his pants as JC bites down on his neck. The others soon follow, leaving Chris sticky and wet in three places. Not that he cares, that can be dealt with later. Now all Chris wants to do is lie with the men he loves, so he does.
