JC heard a car pull up in the driveway behind him, but didn't pay any attention until a pair of strong hands grabbed him around the waist. "Hey baby," Lance whispered, his deep voise sending shivers down JC's spine.
"Hey yourself," JC replied, putting the hose down and turning in his arms. JC and Lance had been together for over a year, but JC still hadn't gotten over the butterflies he felt every time they kissed.
"Need some help washing the car?" Lance asked against JC's lips, and JC laughed.
"I think you're a little overdressed for manual labor, babe," he replied as he looked Lance over. Lance was wearing a light green button-down shirt that made his eyes dance, and a pair of khaki shorts.
Lance just grinned and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it in the grass. JC's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Lance's bare chest, before turning around to start washing the car, the slightest of blushes tinting his chisled cheekbones. Lance grabbed a sponge out of the bucket and walked to the other side of the car, a small smile playing on his face.
Neither of them said a word, and the sexual tension was so thick you could practically taste it. JC was lost in his own little world, his mind working overtime, until Lance wet the sponge down and threw it at him, soaking the front of his white t-shirt.
"Lance! That's not funny!" JC exclaimed, looking down at the shirt, which was now clinging to his chest. Lance's gaze was focused on the same spot and he swallowed hard as he began to get aroused.
Noticing Lance was a little preoccupied, JC grabbed the hose and turned it on full force, spraying him. Lance snapped out of his daze and grabbed JC, trying to wrestle the hose out of his hand. They were both laughing like a couple of children as the water poured over them both.
Finally Lance stopped, grabbing JC's hands so he'd drop the hose. JC looked into Lance's eyes just as their lips crushed together in a passionate kiss. JC groaned as their tongues met, and Lance reached down to untuck JC's soaked shirt until a pair of hands stopped him.
"Inside," JC whispered breathlessly, before running into the house. Lance followed, chasing him upstairs to the bedroom. Lance closed the door, locking it with an evil grin on his face.
"You have nowhere to run now," Lance said before pulling JC's shirt over his head.
JC grinned and kissed Lance's nose, before unbuttoning his shorts, pulling them and his boxers down at the same time. He pushed Lance back on the bed as he removed his own shorts and boxers, before joining him.
"You are so beautiful," Lance said softly as he hovered over the top of JC. He kissed from JC's lips to his navel and back, taking his time to tease each of his nipples with his tongue. Looking into JC's eyes for approval, he slowly entered him, closing his eyes as JC surrounded him.
Lance began thrusting slowly, JC meeting Lance's hips with his every time. Soon the pace picked up as both of them neared their release. JC's legs wrapped around Lance's waist and his fingers gripped Lance's back, urging him closer.
"I love you Josh," Lance said as he thrust into his lover one last time, keeping himself deep inside him as he released.
"I love you too, Lance," JC replied as his body began shaking, his orgasm taking over his body, coating them both.
Lance laid down next to him and pulled him into his arms, kissing his damp forehead tenderly. "Umm, Josh?" he questioned, as his breathing began to return to normal.
"What is it, Lance?" JC asked, lacing his fingers through Lance's.
"Did we turn the hose off?" JC and Lance both started laughing before kissing once more, falling asleep in each other's arms.