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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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Date: 2004-07-06 09:49 am (UTC)My favorite line: 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.”
Heee! Kindergarden popstar!
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Date: 2004-07-06 09:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-06 09:53 am (UTC)*sigh* This is so complicated lol
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Date: 2004-07-06 09:55 am (UTC)I like your reasoning about ficlets. I know this could have easily become much longer but I had to be strong and cut the thing off.
LOL, Kindergarten popstars would be cool ;)
Thank you!
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Date: 2004-07-06 09:58 am (UTC)I know drabbles are 100 words after that I'm lost. It's like these ficathons I keep doing. How long are they supposed to be? I just know that most times mine are much longer than other peoples because I can't seem to write short anymore.
I'd say your story is a story not a ficlet, but what do I know *g*
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Date: 2004-07-06 10:02 am (UTC)Isn't that kind of the point .. to suck at porn? Hahaha. Ignore me, i'm being dirty!
Chris is out, doing something that involves black eye-liner and tight leather pants that leave nothing to the imagination.
Oh good Lord. Whew! Chris & black eye liner .. and leather?! meep.
And the kindergarten comment! BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.
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Date: 2004-07-06 10:04 am (UTC)I suppose I should say I don't think I write good porn, especially compared to some people.
I'm glad you enjoyed, thank you for stopping by and telling me :)
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Date: 2004-07-06 10:05 am (UTC)And I have absolutely no clue as to why I just told you all that. But eh.
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Date: 2004-07-06 10:08 am (UTC)Oh good Lord. Whew! Chris & black eye liner .. and leather?! meep.
I know! He wasn't in the pairings this time so I imagined him all dressed up and getting some in the back alley of a club. Pants round his ankles, some hottie on his knees in front of him.
Okay, shutting up now *eg*
LOL. Glad you liked the comment!
Thank you!
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Date: 2004-07-06 10:29 am (UTC)oh and the rest was nice too. ;D *runs away*
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Date: 2004-07-06 10:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-06 10:53 am (UTC)Okay, just as a warning, lines like that just stop my brain dead in its tracks, because Chris, eye-liner, tight leather pants? *drool* *thud* I think you could stop there and I'd tell you that was the best story ever! *grin*
Oh yeah, there was more! Lamb Porn over easy and very nicely done. Poor Lance having Justin walk in at such an embarrassing moment. I love it! ;)
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Date: 2004-07-06 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-06 11:34 am (UTC)"Village of fair maidens and grand banquets" on one road sign with an arrow. And "village of promiscuous sheep and mediocre fast food" on the other. *baa, baa, lewd wink, baa*
Sorry, I had to purge that from my brain.
That was very porny. And pretty well done.
OT
Date: 2004-07-06 11:42 am (UTC)So here. I don't know what you think of Blue, as far as the sparkly fandom is concerned, I don't really know where they stand and all, but I just saw that Blue had made a song with Link Up which is a French boy band (they were the winner of Popstar here), and I was wondering whether the Blue fandom mentioned it somehow? Because Link Up has at least one pretty boy, and I'm really curious to know if something has been done - it would be so bloody funny, know what I mean? So please, can you satisfy my curiosity?
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Date: 2004-07-06 12:34 pm (UTC)Also, Chris in black eyeliner and wrist cuffs? I may have blown a fuse.
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Date: 2004-07-06 02:02 pm (UTC)I think ficlets should be at least 5,000 words. Yes. Particularly when they feature Justin bursting in on a wanking!snarky!Lance, Chris in eyeliner and super-tight *leather* pants, and JCandJoey playing tonsil hockey, because whoo yeah.
Not that Justin’s imagined anything, at least not in the last ten minutes anyway.
*cracks up* Nobody can resist Chris! Bwee!
decides seeing Joey examine JC’s tonsils with his tongue once today is enough
Pffft. Timberbaby has no taste.
“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.
Gah. *joins
I'm so happy with my ficlet! *dances around and twirls* Exactly what I asked for and mooooorrrrrrrrrrrrre! *licks Chris*
Eeeeeeeeeeee!
}:)
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Date: 2004-07-06 06:33 pm (UTC)And you used to call ME a tease, lol...
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Date: 2004-07-07 07:12 am (UTC)I was asked to write porny lambs with a side of JoeC and that's exactly what I did ;)
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Date: 2004-07-07 08:03 am (UTC)I had to get Chris in there somehow, I though making him sex on legs and going out on his own was the best way ;)
Thank you again for your comments, you're a star.
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Date: 2004-07-07 08:07 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it, especially wanking!Lance who'll drop his pants for anyone *g*
*cracks up* Nobody can resist Chris! Bwee!
LOL, they can't. I couldn't help writing him in despite him not being in a pairing. Me bad *smacks own hand*
Timberbaby totally has no taste, I'd have been in there taking photos, but that's just me *eg*
I'm thinking of expanding this if it makes you happy ;)
Thank you!
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Date: 2004-07-07 09:06 am (UTC)I'm enjoying writing Justin lately, and Chris of course!
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Date: 2004-07-07 09:07 am (UTC)It would be one short story if I stopped it that *g*
Lamb porn over easy has to be the best comment ever!
I'm glad you liked it :D
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Date: 2004-07-07 09:14 am (UTC)I have to stop somewhere and I did what was asked for in the request ;)
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Date: 2004-07-07 11:04 am (UTC)Thank you *g*
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Date: 2004-07-07 11:58 am (UTC)Oi! Justin is not-- Yeah, I take that back. *agrees* for anyone. Yup.
I couldn't help writing him in despite him not being in a pairing.
A story without Chris is wrong. And bad. And wrong. I'm glad he's there. *snugs him*
I'd have been in there taking photos, but that's just me *eg*
*nods* And videotaping and like, digital photos to email everyone with a loud *omsquee* :D
I'm thinking of expanding this if it makes you happy ;)
It would. Would it make YOU happy? Feel free to make it TimberTricky, too. *veg*
}:)
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Date: 2004-07-07 12:42 pm (UTC)It's a good look on him. RAWR!
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Date: 2004-07-07 03:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-07 03:38 pm (UTC)It would make me happy, especially if it ended up with a Chris/Lance/Justin because that's all kinds of wrong! But at the same time so right I can't even say how perfect it is.
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Date: 2004-07-08 05:53 am (UTC)Oh man, that IS wrong! Isn't Justin, like, 14? ;)
I still say go for it. As long as Joey gets to keep playing tonsil hockey with JC (and do other lovely things). ;)
}:)
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Date: 2004-07-08 11:42 am (UTC)Thank you, these ficlets are fun to play with. Sometimes I just like to write for the sake of it and not worry about polishing. Especially as they stay on LJ and don't make my site.
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Date: 2004-08-03 09:00 am (UTC)