STC 19 Nick and Howie guessed at breakfast.  They looked from one to the other and then at each other and giggled.  Lance and Justin frowned.  "So you finally did it.  After all this time," Nick managed.  He and Howie had never understood what exactly had happened with them before.  Justin never said and Lance just hinted at what had gone on.  They just knew that Lance would get this pained look whenever they started the locker room talk and Justin would just listen open-mouthed. "Cool," Howie threw in. "We didn't say...." Lance began, knowing they knew, and being embarrassed that it seemed so obvious.  He looked at Justin for backup and seeing his face, realized that yes it was obvious.  At least obvious that Justin with his hungry blue eyes and swollen lips would prefer to be back in their room.  He supposed he looked the same and smiled in surrender. "OK, OK, whatever.  Could we change the subject?"  He jumped when Justin's hand squeezed his thigh, hopefully out of sight.  Justin grinned. The day dragged.  They got through it imagining what that night would be like.  And it was all they imagined.  The door had no sooner closed on bedcheck than Justin was in Lance's bed and stripping off his pajamas.  There was no talk, just touches.  Lance straddled Justin, their erections rubbing, as they kissed, teasing tongues darting in and out.  Justin ran his hands delicately up and down Lance's side and then to his chest, tweaking the sensitive skin of his nipples until he gasped.  Lance's kisses grew hungrier, seeking to taste all that was Justin and Justin answered back, no fear in his responses, only love and desire. Lust and inexperience combined and they came quickly.  They would need many more nights like this to slow themselves down.  Right now, this was what they wanted, each other and release and rest and then to do it all over again. When they lay in one another's arms, sated at last, Lance asked the question that had bothered him since last night, "Why now, Justin? I'm not complaining," he laughed, "just curious." Justin rolled onto his back in the safety of Lance's embrace.  "I'm not sure.  I've been feeling like this for a while and thinking about it and there were no devils and no horns or pitchforks, so I figured...." "...that God finally agrees with Howie and Nick?" Lance finished for him. "Yeah, something like that.  Whenever I talk to Joan, she always says to follow my heart.  My heart has always wanted this.  My head finally gave in, I guess." "So it's really ok?" Lance asked, fearful that this would be snatched away again. "Better than ok.  I love you., Lance." "I love you, too, Justin.  Remember when you said you wanted to be together forever.  Do you still...?" Justin didn't let him get the words out, "Still.... forever, Lance." This time they put their pajamas back on and spooned into one another, as happy as they had ever been.  When morning came, it was a struggle to get up and every morning after that, it got harder and harder.  Nick and Howie laughed and said it was really apparent that, ahem, they weren't getting enough sleep.  But every night, even with the best intentions, they couldn't keep their hands off one another. Joan watched them, hoping that no one would ask her to intervene, but when Justin fell asleep in class, he was sent to her to find out "what is wrong with that boy".  He sat opposite her, his tiredness etched on his features.  He had grey circles beneath his eyes and he was pale.  But there was something so complete about him that she knew immediately why he was so tired. "Justin, Mrs.  Johnson wants to know why you fell asleep in class today." "Ummm, I'm tired?" he replied, knowing she would never stop there but giving it a try anyway. "Yes, and why are you tired?  Are you staying up too late?" "Uh-huh," he agreed.  Shit, Joan thought, he's going to make me drag it out of him. "Why now?  What's different?" Justin groaned silently.  Here it comes.  She knows, he thought, just say it. "Lance and I... we stay up too late." "Yes, we've established that.  Can you not stay up so late?  That's why there's lights out here at 10."  She smiled inside, seeing how serious he was. He frowned, "It's just that, we've waited so long..."  Joan held up her hand and he trailed into silence.  Was she angry?  He searched her face anxiously, not wanting her to be upset with them.  She was their lifeline and if she ever withdrew, he wasn't sure what they would do. She got up and opened the door.  "Yes, you have," she said softly and ruffled his curls as he went past.  "You have waited and now is the time.  Just figure out how to get some sleep though." It was another few months before they were able to get to sleep before half of the night was gone. It wasn't that their passion was waning.  It certainly wasn't.  It took every ounce of self-control to keep their hands off each other and do the tasks of everyday life. Homework suffered until Joan gave them a talk about getting their priorities straight.  They had giggled then and looked at one another, the glance saying that they thought their priorities were in order.  Joan looked from one to the other and burst out laughing herself. "Let me rephrase that," she said, a smile on her face.  "You need to get your priorities in Sister Connie's order." So they nodded like the obedient boys that they were and actually managed to get their homework done every day. In May they celebrated Lance's birthday.  Joan had taken them home for the weekend.  It had become an every six week thing, as much for Mike as for the boys, who loved these times, reveling in a family life that wasn't  hateful and destructive. Their own families were faded memories.  It had been almost three years since any of them had any contact.  In one way, it was a blessing since there were no more hateful messages delivered in the name of God.  But when they were left behind on every holiday and during the summer, the salt in the wounds stung.  When there were no messages on birthdays, they still cried.  So Joan tried to make things okay when she could. She brought out the birthday cake celebrating Lance's fifteenth birthday and smiled to see the happiness shining there.  She knew a great deal of it was the love that he had for Justin.  She knew that there was nothing Lance wouldn't do for that boy.  She remembered the day he had turned his back on his parents for Justin.  She had seen his struggle then and knew that what they had was incredibly strong and beautiful and she honestly believed that nothing would ever change it.  She looked at Justin, seeing the pure adoration in those deep blue eyes.  She saw something else, too, and laughed when she saw the blush rise to Lance's cheeks as he noticed it as well. Justin managed to work his way closer to Lance until he was near enough to whisper in Lance's ear, "I have a present for you later." The sensuality in Justin's voice nearly caused Lance's knees to buckle and he felt like the innocent virgin being seduced by the dirty old man.  He stared at Justin, wondering if this was the same boy who had worried so much about hell.  He felt his body begin its' response any time Justin was close by.  Shit!  He edged away from the table, seeking a private place where.... Justin was on top of him, pushing him into the nearest empty room. He clicked the lock and grinned.  "Want an early birthday present?" He looked down at the bulge in Lance's jeans.  "Why, yes, I believe you do." When had Justin gotten like this?  Howie and Nick must have been giving lessons that Lance missed.  He was speechless as Justin's hands snuck under his tee shirt and picked at his nipples, sending an intense message to his already alert dick.  Then they were kissing and searching with hands and tongue, both pulling at the clothes of the other until they were nearly naked. Justin looked at Lance, the desire in his eyes so powerful that Lance was stunned.  "I was saving this for tonight but now seems like a good time," the younger boy said as he dropped to his knees and took Lance into his hand. "Oh dear God," Lance moaned as he felt the first flick of Justin's tongue on his penis.  It was amazing.  They had never gone this far before and Lance had been afraid to ask, but as he let the wall hold him up, he gave in to the sensation.  Justin's tongue was magical, licking first like a cone and then up and down stimulating Lance's most sensitive spots.  Lance gasped and moaned, hoping it was encouraging Justin to continue.  When Justin took as much of him in as he could, Lance nearly slid down the wall.  And when he found a rhythm, Lance couldn't help but grab the curls and hold on for dear life. He warned Justin at the last moment but the younger boy didn't pull away as Lance's orgasm produced spurts of cum that shot into his mouth.  He choked at the first stream and swallowed, adapting quickly.  When Lance was finished, he did slide to the floor, breathing heavily still.  Justin sat back on his heels, still between his lover's legs.  Lance's eyes were closed.  Justin placed his hands on Lance's thighs and leaned into him.  They kissed and Lance could taste himself.  His eyes fluttered open to see Justin, the love so apparent it was almost painful. Lance held out his arms and Justin sat and backed into him, letting the arms he loved most in the world, enfold him .  He leaned back and sighed, "Was it ok?" Lance's low laugh rumbled through him, "OK?  Yeah, I'd say it was ok." Then he added because he knew it was important to Justin, "That was incredible.  You are incredible.  How did I ever get so lucky?" Justin didn't get to answer because just then there was a knock on the door.  "Hey, come out of there.  Everybody thinks you're having sex.  Are you having sex?" Nick shouted through the door, knowing that one of them would be there within seconds to shut him up. Lance scrambled into his clothes first and raced for the door.  The two boys fell in just as Justin was zipping his jeans.  "Ha!  Told you, " Nick said gleefully to Howie. Lance was mortified, "Does anyone else know?" There were a few people there besides the boys and the family.  Joan had invited Mr.  Cronin and AJ and Noel.  Lance and Justin both turned crimson at the thought of any of them suspecting. "Joan probably.  She always knows," Howie answered.  He shrugged, "We better get back before they really start looking for us." Justin's face started into its' usual pout, but Lance dropped a quick kiss on his lips and whispered, "Later.  When we have more time." Justin brightened at that and kept the thought for the rest of the party. If Mike thought it was odd that Lance and Justin wanted to turn in early, he didn't say a word.  He just continued the game he was playing with Howie.  Nick tossed them a knowing smirk and they rushed out, embarrassed that they were that obvious still. Joan had given them Ellen's room so they were able to have more privacy than they ever had.  At St.  Catherine's they were always afraid that a monitor would come in abruptly.  It didn't do much for romance.  Here they lay down in one another's arms, knowing there was no rush to get started and finish quickly.  Justin leaned up on his elbow and looked at Lance.  "You asked me a question before.  Do you remember?" Lance smiled, "How did I get so lucky?" Justin leaned down and kissed him gently, "I was the one who got lucky.  Happy Birthday, Lance." Lance sighed with contentment. Justin was impossibly beautiful, hair, face, body, soul. The amazing thing is that he didn't realize it.  Lance wanted him to know but sometimes he was afraid that if Justin knew, then he would leave Lance and Lance would die if that happened. Justin frowned.  "What's wrong?  You look funny." Lance bit his lip, a sure sign that he was worried.  And if Lance was worried, then Justin worried.  "Did I do something wrong?"  It was always his first question. Tears filled Lance's eyes and now Justin was scared outright.  "Lance, talk to me, please.  Don't cry.  Whatever I did, I'll make it better.  Just tell me." "You didn't do anything wrong, baby boy, just the opposite," Lance said softly, "I can't believe that someone who looks like you, acts like you, is you, can possibly love me and I am so afraid that I'll wake up one day and you'll be gone." Justin nuzzled into the hollow of Lance's neck, "I will never leave you, never.  You are everything to me, Lance.  I am so lucky to have you." Lance felt warm tears drip into the hollow. "Don't cry, Justin, I didn't mean to make you cry." Lance pulled out from under the younger boy and rolled him onto his back.  Then he straddled him and looked down.  He kissed the tears away, whispering "I love you" over and over. When Justin was smiling again, Lance sat back, pinning him to the bed.  He raised Justin's hands above his head and held his wrists there.  Justin felt desire in his groin and moaned.  "Oh no, not yet," Lance laughed.  "Answers first." Justin eyed him curiously.  He licked his lips and the message was sent to Lance's groin as well. "Now we'll have none of that," he said in a teacher voice, "do you understand, Mr.  Timberlake?" "Yes, sir," Justin replied with a slight grin. "All right, first.  Where did you learn what you did this afternoon?"  Justin's eyes widened, concerned that Lance wasn't kidding.  He relaxed when he saw the smile Lance was trying to hide. "Howie, sir.  He told me what I needed to do to please you," he answered.  "Did it please you?" "I'm asking the questions here, young man." Justin sighed. "All right, second.  When the hell did you get so fucking sexy?  I almost came in my pants when you whispered in my ear," Lance laughed, dropping the stern demeanor.  He leaned down and kissed Justin with a passion that surprised them both.  He released Justin's wrists and Justin's arms wrapped around his back, pulling him down. "Wait, J, I need to do something," Lance said, panting already.  He moved down Justin's perfect body until he could take Justin into his mouth comfortably. "You don't have..." Justin started. "I want to," Lance growled, sexual desire deepening his voice even further.  Justin thought it was quite possibly the sexiest sound in the world.  Lance licked lightly, flicking the head until Justin wanted to scream.  Then he took only the head into his mouth, sucking and licking the Justin flavored lollipop.  Justin arched and moaned, urging him to go down further.  When he did, Justin pumped into the warm, wet mouth that continued to suck greedily.  Lance released his dick and he heard Justin breathe a long "Noooo". But then he gasped with pleasure as Lance took one ball after the other into his mouth and rolled it around, stroking Justin the whole time. He felt Justin getting to the edge and took him in his mouth again and created a rhythm that brought the younger boy to climax almost immediately.  Justin cried out Lance's name and arched into his lover, shooting his fluid into Lance who sucked it up, grinning with satisfaction. When they had enough of each other, they slipped into an embrace, sleeping nude for the first time ever and knowing they would be able to wake up together.  They promised one another a future where this would be all the time. continue menu