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turpsAre ficlet supposed to be over 1300 words? I didn't think so. This still feels a little thin to me but it's getting no more. It's supposed to be porny lambs with a side of JoeC for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
madame_d. Lets just say I don't write Lambs usually and suck at porn.
Like many things, it starts on a rainy day in Germany. Bored, Justin throws his magazine on the floor and decides to bother Lance. Not that he has much choice when JC’s wrapped around Joey like some kind of human comforter and Chris is out, doing something that involves black eye-liner and tight leather pants that leave nothing to the imagination. Not that Justin’s imagined anything, at least not in the last ten minutes anyway.
Lance is his last choice, not that Justin doesn’t like him, he does. It’s just, he’s Lance. For a moment Justin thinks about crashing the love nest in the room next door anyway, then decides seeing Joey examine JC’s tonsils with his tongue once today is enough, so Lance it is.
The only problem with the plan is the possibility Lance is still pissed after the incident with the custard filled condoms and his favourite shoes, which means a stealth attack is best, running in the room before the door is shut in his face.
Decision made, Justin stands and quietly slips out of his room. He tiptoes to Lance’s door, grabs the handle and bursts inside with a crash, yelling at the top of his voice.
“ARGHHHHHHH”
“Justin!” Lance jumps from the bed, but not before Justin sees how he was lying back, propped on one elbow, pants around his ankles, fisting his own cock. Red-faced and furious, he pulls up his pants. “You’ve ten seconds to get out,” he doesn’t even look at Justin as he speaks, just fastens his belt and storms into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Justin starts to apologise, then stops, thinking it’s best to let things calm down. About to leave he spots a magazine lying on the floor, dislodged from the bed with Lance’s wild leap. He knows it’s stupid but Justin can’t help picking it up, he always was too nosey for his own good.
~*~*~*~
“I think you’ve got something of mine,” Lance says as he stands in the doorway. He looks faintly embarrassed and Justin knows he should milk the moment but how can he when he’s sitting looking at Lance’s magazine?
“You like this stuff?” Justin points at the magazine then leafs through it until he finds his favourite picture. “I mean, like guys.”
“I bought it didn’t I?” Lance sounds defensive and Justin looks up quickly.
“Oh hey, no. I didn’t mean it like that. I do too, sometimes.”
“Good for you.” Lance darts forward and snatches the magazine from Justin’s lap, then turns to go. As he walks through the doorway, he turns, staring at Justin with narrowed eyes. “Next time you want to see me naked, just ask.”
He’s gone before Justin can respond, which is good, because Justin doesn’t think he can.
~*~*~*~
“You won’t even know I’m there,” Justin’s aware that he’s almost whining, but he doesn’t care. Chris can’t go out and leave him again. “I’ll die of boredom and there’ll be no Nsync.”
Chris stops lacing his boots for a moment and Justin can tell he’s amused, despite his serious expression. “We’ll replace you, I’m sure we can find someone, at the local kindergarten maybe.”
“Fuck you,” Justin replies witheringly as Chris laughs.
“We’ll go out tomorrow, I promise,” Chris talks while looking in the mirror and Justin watches as he carefully outlines his eyes and fastens a collar around his neck. “I think Joey rented a movie earlier, go and watch it with them.”
“I would if I didn’t have to watch them practically inhale each other at the same time.” Justin rummages through Chris’ bag of jewellery and hands him two thick leather wrist cuffs, then idly runs cold strings of metal beads through his hands.
“Go and see Lance then, I’m sure you’ll find something to do.”
“I guess,” Justin lets the necklaces drop into the bag as he stands. “Don’t stay out too late.”
“Yes, mom,” Chris grins, then walks with Justin to Lance’s room, giving him no chance to change his mind.
Memories of his last visit make Justin blush slightly, and he almost loses his nerve before knocking firmly on the door.
“It’s open.”
At Lance’s shout, Justin opens the door and walks inside. Lance is dressed this time and Justin can’t help the flash of disappointment that hits him.
“Do you want something?” Lance asks, and he pointedly places the magazine he was reading on the bedside table.
Justin’s speechless, he no idea what to say. All he can think about is Lance, naked on the bed and he can’t help glancing at Lance’s crotch, imagining what’s hidden under his jeans.
“Justin,” Lance is standing now and Justin forces himself to look up.
“Before, you said to ask. I’m asking.” The words leave Justin’s mouth before he can think about them and he backs up, ready to run if needed. Instead Lance looks at him, becoming someone Justin doesn’t recognise, someone older, wiser and so sexual it’s all he can do to stay in place.
“Asking what,” Lance is closer now, and Justin frantically thinks if he wants this, and impulsively decided yes, he does.
“To see you naked, like. Like the men in your magazine.”
Expecting Lance to laugh in his face, Justin’s surprised when he moves back to the bed, and starts to strip, saying nothing as he pulls off his shirt and kicks off his pants until he’s sitting naked on the edge of the bed. “IS that all you want?”
Justin can’t take his eyes off Lance, who seems totally unselfconscious as he casually spreads his legs a little. It’s an exhibitionist side that Lance has never hinted at before, and Justin suddenly feels naïve and unsure. He bites at his thumb nail as Lance watches and the silence become long and uncomfortable.
“I’ll get dressed,” Lance says at last and he reaches for his clothes.
“Wait.” Justin holds up a hand, he wants to see more but from a distance for now, he just hopes Lance understands. “I want to see you, like before. Like this.” Not taking his eyes from the bed, Justin fumbles on the bedside table until he has the magazine in his hands. Opening it he looks through the pages, past the come shots and man on man action until he finds the picture he wants. He feels embarrassed when he shows it to Lance but all he does is smile then point to the chair.
“Sit down.” Lance waits until Justin sits, then squirts lotion on his hand before leaning back on the bed, looking at the magazine and arranging his body until he’s resting on his elbow, legs wide apart and head back as he strokes his own dick. Justin watches, silent as Lance speeds up the pace, providing a show better than any picture. This is real and all Justin has to do is reach out a hand to touch, but he doesn’t. Instead he becomes lost in the scene, looking at Lance’s lower lip caught between his teeth, the slick sound of skin against skin and the expert way he grips his dick as he performs only for Justin.
Lance groans, deep and low and Justin presses his hand against his own jeans, gasping at the pressure as he copies the rhythm. Then forgetting modesty, he tugs open his button fly, shuddering when he grasps his own dick. They look at one another, eyes locked, in a circle of pleasure that amplifies with each seen and felt touch.
“Justin.”
The sound of Lance calling his name tips Justin over the edge, and he grips the chair arm with his free hand, gasping for breath as Lance spills over his own hand and belly.
Lance collapses back on the bed, red-faced and sticky. Justin feels awkward again, aware things have changed but unsure by how much. Standing he fastens his fly with shaking hands.
“I have to go,” he runs from the room, ignoring Lance’s shouts. He has a lot to think about and he has to do it alone.
madame_d. Lets just say I don't write Lambs usually and suck at porn. Like many things, it starts on a rainy day in Germany. Bored, Justin throws his magazine on the floor and decides to bother Lance. Not that he has much choice when JC’s wrapped around Joey like some kind of human comforter and Chris is out, doing something that involves black eye-liner and tight leather pants that leave nothing to the imagination. Not that Justin’s imagined anything, at least not in the last ten minutes anyway.
Lance is his last choice, not that Justin doesn’t like him, he does. It’s just, he’s Lance. For a moment Justin thinks about crashing the love nest in the room next door anyway, then decides seeing Joey examine JC’s tonsils with his tongue once today is enough, so Lance it is.
The only problem with the plan is the possibility Lance is still pissed after the incident with the custard filled condoms and his favourite shoes, which means a stealth attack is best, running in the room before the door is shut in his face.
Decision made, Justin stands and quietly slips out of his room. He tiptoes to Lance’s door, grabs the handle and bursts inside with a crash, yelling at the top of his voice.
“ARGHHHHHHH”
“Justin!” Lance jumps from the bed, but not before Justin sees how he was lying back, propped on one elbow, pants around his ankles, fisting his own cock. Red-faced and furious, he pulls up his pants. “You’ve ten seconds to get out,” he doesn’t even look at Justin as he speaks, just fastens his belt and storms into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Justin starts to apologise, then stops, thinking it’s best to let things calm down. About to leave he spots a magazine lying on the floor, dislodged from the bed with Lance’s wild leap. He knows it’s stupid but Justin can’t help picking it up, he always was too nosey for his own good.
~*~*~*~
“I think you’ve got something of mine,” Lance says as he stands in the doorway. He looks faintly embarrassed and Justin knows he should milk the moment but how can he when he’s sitting looking at Lance’s magazine?
“You like this stuff?” Justin points at the magazine then leafs through it until he finds his favourite picture. “I mean, like guys.”
“I bought it didn’t I?” Lance sounds defensive and Justin looks up quickly.
“Oh hey, no. I didn’t mean it like that. I do too, sometimes.”
“Good for you.” Lance darts forward and snatches the magazine from Justin’s lap, then turns to go. As he walks through the doorway, he turns, staring at Justin with narrowed eyes. “Next time you want to see me naked, just ask.”
He’s gone before Justin can respond, which is good, because Justin doesn’t think he can.
~*~*~*~
“You won’t even know I’m there,” Justin’s aware that he’s almost whining, but he doesn’t care. Chris can’t go out and leave him again. “I’ll die of boredom and there’ll be no Nsync.”
Chris stops lacing his boots for a moment and Justin can tell he’s amused, despite his serious expression. “We’ll replace you, I’m sure we can find someone, at the local kindergarten maybe.”
“Fuck you,” Justin replies witheringly as Chris laughs.
“We’ll go out tomorrow, I promise,” Chris talks while looking in the mirror and Justin watches as he carefully outlines his eyes and fastens a collar around his neck. “I think Joey rented a movie earlier, go and watch it with them.”
“I would if I didn’t have to watch them practically inhale each other at the same time.” Justin rummages through Chris’ bag of jewellery and hands him two thick leather wrist cuffs, then idly runs cold strings of metal beads through his hands.
“Go and see Lance then, I’m sure you’ll find something to do.”
“I guess,” Justin lets the necklaces drop into the bag as he stands. “Don’t stay out too late.”
“Yes, mom,” Chris grins, then walks with Justin to Lance’s room, giving him no chance to change his mind.
Memories of his last visit make Justin blush slightly, and he almost loses his nerve before knocking firmly on the door.
“It’s open.”
At Lance’s shout, Justin opens the door and walks inside. Lance is dressed this time and Justin can’t help the flash of disappointment that hits him.
“Do you want something?” Lance asks, and he pointedly places the magazine he was reading on the bedside table.
Justin’s speechless, he no idea what to say. All he can think about is Lance, naked on the bed and he can’t help glancing at Lance’s crotch, imagining what’s hidden under his jeans.
“Justin,” Lance is standing now and Justin forces himself to look up.
“Before, you said to ask. I’m asking.” The words leave Justin’s mouth before he can think about them and he backs up, ready to run if needed. Instead Lance looks at him, becoming someone Justin doesn’t recognise, someone older, wiser and so sexual it’s all he can do to stay in place.
“Asking what,” Lance is closer now, and Justin frantically thinks if he wants this, and impulsively decided yes, he does.
“To see you naked, like. Like the men in your magazine.”
Expecting Lance to laugh in his face, Justin’s surprised when he moves back to the bed, and starts to strip, saying nothing as he pulls off his shirt and kicks off his pants until he’s sitting naked on the edge of the bed. “IS that all you want?”
Justin can’t take his eyes off Lance, who seems totally unselfconscious as he casually spreads his legs a little. It’s an exhibitionist side that Lance has never hinted at before, and Justin suddenly feels naïve and unsure. He bites at his thumb nail as Lance watches and the silence become long and uncomfortable.
“I’ll get dressed,” Lance says at last and he reaches for his clothes.
“Wait.” Justin holds up a hand, he wants to see more but from a distance for now, he just hopes Lance understands. “I want to see you, like before. Like this.” Not taking his eyes from the bed, Justin fumbles on the bedside table until he has the magazine in his hands. Opening it he looks through the pages, past the come shots and man on man action until he finds the picture he wants. He feels embarrassed when he shows it to Lance but all he does is smile then point to the chair.
“Sit down.” Lance waits until Justin sits, then squirts lotion on his hand before leaning back on the bed, looking at the magazine and arranging his body until he’s resting on his elbow, legs wide apart and head back as he strokes his own dick. Justin watches, silent as Lance speeds up the pace, providing a show better than any picture. This is real and all Justin has to do is reach out a hand to touch, but he doesn’t. Instead he becomes lost in the scene, looking at Lance’s lower lip caught between his teeth, the slick sound of skin against skin and the expert way he grips his dick as he performs only for Justin.
Lance groans, deep and low and Justin presses his hand against his own jeans, gasping at the pressure as he copies the rhythm. Then forgetting modesty, he tugs open his button fly, shuddering when he grasps his own dick. They look at one another, eyes locked, in a circle of pleasure that amplifies with each seen and felt touch.
“Justin.”
The sound of Lance calling his name tips Justin over the edge, and he grips the chair arm with his free hand, gasping for breath as Lance spills over his own hand and belly.
Lance collapses back on the bed, red-faced and sticky. Justin feels awkward again, aware things have changed but unsure by how much. Standing he fastens his fly with shaking hands.
“I have to go,” he runs from the room, ignoring Lance’s shouts. He has a lot to think about and he has to do it alone.
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