Lance was the master of networking. The king of schmooze. But Angelina Jolie had him trapped in a dark corner of the upscale LA club with narrowed eyes and a barely there tank top that showcased her toned arms. And a big ass tattoo of Billy Bob. The five shots of Jack ran through his veins amiably, and he couldn't wait to get back to Justin. Climb into bed beside him and quite frankly, blow him. Because Justin had the nicest cock he’d ever seen. “You’re a sexy one,” she said, trapping him to the wall with her cunning eyes. “A little young but ...” Her finger was descending down his neck with deliberate pressure. Lance tried to remember to speak. He’d been around the block more than once with stars of higher caliber than Angelina Jolie. But never quite touched so intimately. “Think Justin,” he murmured drunkenly. But the touch was so ardent and so unrelenting he felt himself lurch forward a bit. To invite her touch a little more. Begging for it. “Justin?” she whispered, plucking at the buttons of his shirt. “Who’s that?” “Boyfriend.” She stood back and studied him. “No fucking shit? You swing that way? Jesus! I would have never guessed.” She chewed on her lip and smiled. “A boyfriend? He cute as you?” Lance shrugged and wobbled back, his back smashing against the wall. “I think he’s fucking hot. But I guess I’m biased.” He used his ass to bump off the wall, a sloppy smile spreading over his face. Leaning in close, he rested his hand on her waist and whispered into her ear. “He’s waiting for me right now.” “Oh is he?” she countered, pressing her hand against his chest to back him off. “Tell me Lance. Does Justin scream when he comes.” It startled Lance, and made his dick jump at the implication. The mere idea of this sexy woman asking him about Justin...made him think about when Justin did come. He was fairly quiet, and serene. Meditative and flushed. Sweaty but not horribly loud. Which made Lance think. “Scream?” “Yeah,” Angelina sighed impatiently. “Scream your name? Pray to God? Rip at your skin? Beg for mercy? That kinda shit.” Lance frowned. Justin didn’t scream. He moaned. He gasped. But no screams. “Ah, he doesn’t,” she laughed. “I see it in those pretty eyes of yours.” “He’s happy,” Lance defended, driving past her toward the bar. He was mildly bothered when she pursued him, and even more-so when she rammed herself against his back while he ordered another drink. One of her hands skimmed down his stomach, past his waistband to his crotch. She cupped him firmly and stood on tip toes to reach his ear. “I can make him scream Lance. I can show you how.” He was hard instantly, and inquisitive. “What’s that mean?” he growled. The bartender slid his drink to him and he fingered the glass...trying to ignore the hand that was stroking him leisurely. “It means,” she whispered, “that I want to come home with you. I want to see this boyfriend of yours. I want to watch you fuck him. And I want to get him to scream your name.” He wrenched away and turned to face her. “You always this fucking forward?” Angelina’s arm coiled around his waist to pluck a cherry from the bartender’s dish. “Always,” she smiled, rubbing the fruit against her lips seductively. In a challenge. Lusty blue eyes dug at him fiercely. With cruel intent. “So? You up for it pretty boy? I’m pretty horny. I could use a good play tonight.” “A play?” Lance snorted and sipped his drink slowly. “That what you call it?” She laughed, and Lance couldn’t help but stare at her lips. How full they were and how they curled inward just a bit. He could see those lips wrapped around his cock and it made his body pulsate. Pictures of Justin woken up by the two of them intrigued him. But he wrangled in his mind with images that Justin would wake up with frightened and scared with sleepy eyes. And maybe a little incensed. Or he might be as turned on as Lance was. Lance’s head tipped back and forth as he considered it. “Scared?” Angelina teased, turning her back on him. She backed up and nudged her ass into his crotch as the deep, vibrating music pounded through the club. Her arm drifted over her head to toy with his hair and she turned her cheek into his neck. “I won’t bite.” She grabbed his hand and brought his glass to her lips, taking a deep swallow. “Unless you want.”  Her teeth nipped at his wrist before she floated out of his grip. Leaving him shaken. He stared at the tiny red mark on his flesh and smashed his glass down on the bar. “Fuck this,” he grimaced. “Let’s go.” “My kinda guy,” she smiled, leading the way. ********* It wasn’t as if Lance could think straight as they slid into her limo. The cool leather palpitated through his shirt to his skin, and sweat danced along his brow. His gaze continued to fall over her, drinking in the black tank top with crystal stones that glittered in the limo’s runner lights. They spelled Fuck Off, and Lance chuckled. Suddenly it was amusing to him. The entire situation. Not a person in the world would believe him. “Something funny?” she asked, tugging her hair free of clips. “Not a thing,” Lance replied, tapping his fingers on his knee. “Not one damn thing.” She edged closer to him and ran her hand along his thigh. “You interest me,” she said simply. “A great deal.” Her hand waltzed over the black leather pants covering his legs, drifting slowly. “And I think I can help you.” He squirmed. And jiggled his foot. And tried *not* to think about how hard his cock was. Because *that* was supposed to be for Justin. Not her. His hand slammed down and enclosed hers. “Don’t,” he warned, but his tone was feeble. Completely unsuccessful, and she shrugged his hand off hers at once. “Oh I will. I take what I want. When I want. And there are a hundred guys who would love to get from me. Take what I know.” Stormy blue eyes dropped into him, daring him to stop her hand again. She continued, driving her hand between his legs. “If you’re too young, or chicken shit. Say the word. My driver will drop me off and drive you home for some warm milk and cookies.” Lance curled back into the seat, too afraid to move again. Worried that she would take away the delicious offer. He maintained perfect stillness as her hand slid along his hard-on, her nails scraping along the leather, centering on the tip. He bit back a moan, apprehensive about offending her. “You can make noise, Lance,” she laughed. “Jesus Christ, I’m taking you back to your hotel to hear your man scream. I like noise. Don’t you *get* that?” He bit his lower lip and rubbed his palms along his thighs to shed some of the perspiration that was forming. “I get it,” he whispered, and his head tilted back as the limo rolled on. Lance even moaned for her when she squeezed his dick a little harder. And when the limo slammed to a halt, he didn’t know where he was...or what his name could possibly be. *********************** “Let’s surprise him,” Angelina said, sweeping into the hotel lobby like she owned the place. “Uh, no. Justin? He hates surprises.” Lance dug in his pocket for his room card and fidgeted on the ride up. His heart was pounding while the alcohol sloshed around in his belly like some fire that was raging out of control. Calm and collected was what he longed to portray, but inside he was thinking as best he could. What if Justin flipped? What if he caused a scene and threw some kind of fit? Maybe it would have been better if he’d called to warn. But Angelina was on his heels as they stepped out onto the floor. “Then you go in. Wake sleeping beauty up. Open your door, then give me the room card.” She stuck her hand out and smiled sweetly as Lance reared a bit, resistance simmering in his expression. “Stop being pussy, Lance. Gimme the fucking room card. I’ll give you a few minutes, then I’m coming in.” It was interesting to see her foot tap, and her face glower so assertively. “I’m not pussy,” Lance muttered, blushing profusely. Nevertheless, he shoved the card into her hand and slunk into his room. “Ten minutes, baby boy. Ten minutes to warn him. Then we hear the bitch scream okay?” Lance noted Angelina was not subtle, or quiet. He noticed that floor security shook their heads with sly smirks as she slipped down the hall away from him. “Jesus,” he whimpered, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Jesus, I’m fucked!” ************* “Justin?” The room was dark, and a soft snore fell from the bedroom. He glanced into the blackness and sighed, tossing his coat to the floor. He kicked the door open with his foot and stepped over to the bed. “Justin?” Sitting on the bed, Lance ran his hand over Justin’s shoulder, and watched in the dimness of the room as he shifted slightly. “You awake?” “Sleepy,” Justin whispered, rolling onto his back. “Tired. What time is it?”  He rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his palm, and Lance could see the exhaustion reigning in his body. “Late.” Lance slipped his hand under the sheet and touched Justin’s cock, glad for the fact Justin always slept naked. “Too tired to have some fun?” Justin smiled drowsily, snuggling down as Lance’s fingers surrounded him. “I missed you,” he admitted, stretching his long arms over his head. “Anything interesting go down?” “Well,” Lance laughed softly, pushing the sheet away. “Now that you mention it.” Justin’s eyes fluttered open and Lance was swimming in an enjoyable jumpiness. He knew that door was going to creak open any second and Angelina Jolie was going to be standing there. To make Justin scream. And it caused his dick to strain against his pants readily...his breath to stick in the back of his throat with second that ticked by. “I have a little surprise for you,” Lance whispered breathlessly. He leaned over to kiss Justin’s lip, to run his tongue over the soft flesh and bite a little. It was his way of letting Justin know exactly where his mind was...and what his body wanted. Not that Justin needed a signal. They knew each other better. “A surprise?” Justin whimpered, as Lance shifted between his legs to take a long lick at the smooth flesh of his inner-thigh. Lance nibbled the velvety skin, wandering up as Justin wriggled and sighed happily. “Is this it? You’re gonna suck my cock for me? Because, yeah, I like this.” “Actually,” Lance said, wrapping his tongue around and around Justin’s dick, “It’s a little more complex than this.”  He wasn’t sure when she would be walking in, when her presence would be made known. And he worried, albeit through a haze, how Justin would react. He didn’t want to scare the fuck out of him. Tiny moans filled Lance’s ears, tame and typical sounds falling from Justin’s mouth. So he re-positioned himself and rolled his tongue around the tip of Justin’s cock, and then swooped down. To make him scream. Repressing the gag reflex had to create *some* kind of higher moan. A jerk of Justin’s hips, but nothing any louder than a muted gasp. The heat from her body was soon felt, and Lance was torn. He wanted to turn around and watch her face, but he didn’t want to stop trying on his own. It was a personal quest now. Her hand tangled in his spikes and he shivered...his fingers digging roughly into Justin’s thighs as Angelina sat on his back. Her lips were at his ear, tickling against his soft flesh. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispered, running her tongue along his lobe. Lance could feel her knuckles digging into his back, and the rhythmic press that ground against him. He shuddered in a sexual jolt.  Because he knew where her hand was...and what it was doing. “Don’t stop. Just keep going!” she demanded, rubbing her lips over the back of his neck. But Justin’s eyes flew open instantly. Lance pulled back to avoid clamping down accidentally, and tried to soothe Justin. “Lie back, Justin,” he rumbled, squirming under Angelina’s  body as her hand rubbed lazily between her legs. “What the fuck?” Justin sputtered, eying the shadowy figure with narrowed eyes. “Lance? Jesus Christ! Is that a girl?” “Give the kid a prize,” Angelina snorted, climbing from Lance’s back. She tilted her head and sighed, staring at the shivering figure in the bed. “You, little Justin, will do much better blindfolded. Apparently my female status has sent you into a tizzy.” “Blindfold who?” Justin grabbed the sheet and covered his body quickly. “What’s going on?”  He pleaded with Lance to explain, to let him in on what was happening. His mind couldn’t quite focus, and his body was in some fucked up tug of war. “No, it’s okay,” Lance assured him, crawling up to him. “She’s Angelina Jolie. She’s ...” “In our room, Lance!” Justin was squawking, and flapping his hands, and Lance wanted to fall through the Earth. But Angelina slid forward, kneeling on the bed with a calm expression. “You must be Justin,” she whispered, gathering the sheet in her hands.  “The one who doesn't scream.” She ripped the cover from his body in one brutal pluck and her laugh echoed raucously. Lance covered his eyes with his hands, as he toppled unsteadily from the bed. “Maybe you should go..” He hit the floor and rolled onto his stomach, scrambling back to his feet. If Justin was spooked, unwilling ... “Hell, I ain’t going anywhere,” she exclaimed. “You want me to go, little boy?” Her eyes pinned Justin as  the sound of tearing fabric split through the room, and Lance watched with stinging eyes as her tiny hands shredded it into long, ragged strips. Justin was hesitant--confused; but Lance was pretty sure there was lust in Justin’s eyes, a hot gaze that was hard to see in the dimness of the room. Lance had the urge to protect, but Angelina was monopolizing the situation by running her hand over the ripped sheet gently.  Inching toward Justin in a most predatory manner. And Lance was barely moving, his breath jammed below his throat, begging to release. He shook his head to recompose, and listened as Justin’s voice called out in the midnight tones. “What is this?” Justin whispered, and Lance thought maybe his body was shifting a little bit--agreeing in minuscule ways. He was leaning forward, and his hands were dropped to his side. “Lance?” “She wants to make you scream,” Lance said, and he slithered back onto the bed with a drunken smile. His hand rubbed over Justin’s arm gently, drifting up toward his chin. “She wants to see us fuck. Insists I’m doing something wrong if you don’t scream.” “What?” Justin’s mouth hung open, and his eyes widened in disbelief. Fear mingled with eagerness, and he stared from Angelina to Lance and back again. “She wants to see us what? And what?” “Blindfold him.” Angelina said curtly, pressing the sheet in Lance’s hands. “So he can’t see.” Lance chewed on his lip, and the hum of drunkenness still prominent in his veins. His finger ran along Justin’s cheek and he cocked his head. Asking. “Just us. If you‘re unsure,” Lance promised, moving closer. He pulled at Justin’s hands and hauled him to a sitting position. “Trust me. I want to learn. I want to make you go crazy.” His lips brushed along Justin’s neck and he dragged the narrow stripe of fabric over Justin’s chest toward his face. “I want you to come so hard your body shakes.” Justin closed his eyes and gripped Lance’s knee tightly. Lance could feel the tension...the battle that raged behind Justin’s unsuspecting nature. “I trust you,” Justin said softly, urging himself forward to allow the makeshift blindfold to circle his head. “I trust you,” he said again as the strip was knotted, catching some of his curls in the knot. “I won’t hurt you,” Lance pledged, guiding Justin back to the bed. “You’re so sweet it hurts,” Angelina sniffed, dragging a chair next to the bed. Lance twisted his head to stare at her. To tunnel into her with his eyes. To make it very clear that while this was hotter than fuck, Justin was his precedence. No one was going to mess that up. “Ease up, lover boy,” she said, bracing her legs against the mattress. Her hand wandered down her body between her legs, rubbing over the crotch of her jeans idly. A low humming sound startled Lance, and Justin jerked beneath his hands. “Vibrator. Boys, school is open.”Lance was caught off guard as the sound infiltrated his ears, and he stroked Justin’s stomach gently to soothe. So much hinged on his ability to stay focused, to remember what and why this was even going down. Alcohol excluded. Main objective. Make Justin scream. Lance could feel Justin’s body tense under his touch, and he winced. “It’s okay,” he reassured, directing his gaze to Angelina in the blue shadows of the room. “Where the fuck did you get that?” he wanted to know. Because she hadn’t been gone long enough and this was getting pretty crazy. “My purse. Rule number one of an independent woman. Never leave home without a way to please yourself. Men don‘t always give a fuck. You just never know.” She pitched it at Lance, and it rolled along the bed toward his thigh. “Now, get naked, Lance. And let’s work on your boy!” They were just words, he understood, but insistent and no nonsense...and by far the most sultry words he’d heard all night. He grabbed Justin’s hand and guided it to the front of his leather pants. “It’s all good, baby. It’s fine. We’re gonna have fun.” He could see Justin lying there, so exposed, so trusting of what was about to occur. It made his stomach flip and his blood burn with some kind of fucked up sexual responsibility. And the vibrator was trilling into his flesh, creating a most bizarre sensation to inch up his leg through his body. He released Justin’s hand and grabbed for the torpedo shaped toy, fumbling for the switch. Suddenly, he longed to rip his clothes off and just let the sharp tingle of lust loose. His erection was throbbing, and unyielding against his pants. He wanted to be naked, to flip Justin over and forget the whole screaming thing. Lance wanted in. Angelina sighed edgily into the air. Lance watched as she moved to the window and wrenched the drapes open, allowing the shine of the street lights to illuminate the room with a soft, yellow glow. “Never know who’s out there watching,” she murmured, licking her lips. Lance growled and sprang from the bed, ready to push her buttons. She was far too cool for his liking, and with Justin flat on his back, naked and twitching against the sheet, his mind was breaking down. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered, dragging the hem of his shirt up, exposing the flesh of his stomach. “Playing these games. Acting like the queen or some shit.” He tossed his shirt over his head before lobbing it at her. “Hey,” she snapped, spinning to face him. “You didn’t have to say yes!” She raised her eyebrow and let his shirt drop down her body to the floor. “Besides, you ain’t seen nothing yet, kid.” Like a panther slinking across the room, she approached him. Her hands lowered to his waist, tugging at the buttons, stretching the leather around them to the brink. “Shit,” Lance hissed as the waistband slashed into his back painfully. He gripped her wrists roughly, to push her away. To show he was a man, and in no need of physical pain. Instantly, her teeth found his nipple, and she bit the sensitive flesh firmly, letting him know she intended to maintain control. “Ease up,” she demanded. “Never touch me unless I ask. Understand?” “Lance?” Justin’s voice called timidly and Lance cringed as his lover tried to sit up...concern and hesitation flooding his angelic face. “It’s okay, Justin,” Lance said, releasing Angelina’s hands. Lance’s eyes were dark and needy. A mixture of all that was sinful and illicit in his life. But Justin was still his life...and he was going to honor that. Angelina draped her arms around him in one quick motion, shoving him against the window. Grabbing his hands, she pressed them against the cool glass and nipped at his neck. “I could eat you,” she hummed, dragging her tongue down his chest slowly. “Eat you right up. Suck on you like my own little lollipop.” Lance thumped his head against the window as Angelina fell to her knees, unbuttoning his pants swiftly. His hands dipped into her long hair, twining around the soft strands. He fought the urge to yank at them, to pull and hear her cry out...wrestling with every ounce of desire that was flooding him. Even as she drew his pants down, and caressed his cock with a delicate touch. Lance tightened his fists as her mouth opened around his tip. He could feel the heat of her breath teasing him. So close, but not allowing him access. “Get on the bed,” she directed, rubbing his erection against her cheek. “Put this to good use.” Shards of sexual energy prickled through the air, and Lance nodded as he backed away from her. Now he was naked too, and exposed, while she was dressed... radiating command over them both. It was a powerful feeling as he climbed over Justin’s long body, hauling his lips in a crooked line from Justin’s belly button to his neck. “I’m here,” he murmured, licking Justin’s chin. “Right here.” He could feel Justin tremble wildly beneath him. Lance sighed into the flutter of Justin’s hands over his ass, urging him closer. “So hot,” Justin gasped, craning his head up to find him. “Lance. So...God!” Justin’s tongue pushed into Lance’s mouth, dancing in the warm heat with an intensity Lance had never felt. He was sucking the air out of Lance‘s lungs, using his tongue to swipe against the roof of Lance‘s mouth...digging his fingers into the back of Lance‘s neck until Lance thought his head would snap right off. “That‘s sexy,” Angelina sighed, plucking an ice cube from the bucket on the nightstand. “So sexy.” She slid the cube into her mouth and knelt on the bed, cracking her palm across Lance’s ass. “Oww,” Lance hissed, jerking away from Justin’s body. “What the?” “Shh.” She lifted her finger to his mouth, and pushed it in. “Trust me.’ Lance’s hands were on Justin’s hands, pressing palm to palm as he sucked on her finger. Fire speared him in the gut as she managed to slip an ice cube into his mouth with her other hand. “Kiss him,” she urged, trailing a damp finger down Lance’s cheek. “Slide it to him.” His head twisted, and his mouth dropped onto Justin’s, the frozen cube rolling around on his tongue. With his teeth, Lance gripped the ice before gliding it into Justin‘s mouth. “Ooh,” Justin whimpered, taking it from Lance. Their lips pressed together, melting the ice in a frenzy. Angelina grabbed another one from the bucket and watched with iniquitous eyes as the boys kissed and melded together, as their legs twisted and bodies writhed. “You two are so pretty,” she said, trailing the ice down Lance’s spine. He jumped, and moaned into Justin’s mouth, pressing down onto his lover’s body harder. Friction rubbed at their skin, and longing reigned as they ached to come, to use the sensuality of their flesh without hands...or the much sought after scream. But the scream was why they were there. The ultimate goal. Justin’s scream. “I want to see you suck his cock,” Angelina directed, and her voice was like liquid...velvety and slick, laced with guttural breaths that proved more of a turn on to the entangled bodies on the bed. “Knees up, Justin. Give Lance room.” They did as she requested, anxious and pleased with how stimulating it was to be told what to do. Lance ran his lips down Justin’s body, over his chest and past his belly button, enjoying the feel of him. It was the same, only completely different. It was sizzling and sexy, and he was tingling from the sensations that assaulted his body. “Very nice,” Angelina complimented, leaning forward to witness the lovers closer. “But he ain’t screaming, Lance. Hell, the boy‘s hips are barely rocking.” Her hands ran down Lance’s spine, over the slope of his ass, dragging another ice cube along his scorched skin. Lance shuddered and arched his back, but didn’t move as his mouth drew Justin’s cock in. The ice dissolved against his skin, dripping chilly beads down his flesh. It glided along and Lance tried to focus, to concentrate on Justin. “Scream,” he chanted in his head. “Make him scream.” Only it was his voice crying out as Angelina slipped the ice cube into him, and it was his body jerking and thrashing over Justin. It was his stomach muscles trembling as he grew harder. His eyes that rolled and his arms that nearly gave out under his weight. Nowhere near coherent, Lance muttered in some guttural language he didn’t recognize. Her lips were touching his ear, her words lapping hotly into his mind. “Now we get naughty,” she cooed, running her tongue around his lobe. “Now we make him scream.” ******************** Her hand ran along Lance’s back, urging him to his knees. She knelt behind him, and wrapped her arms under his, handing him another long strip of sheet. “Wrap around his balls,” she whispered. “Under and around his balls, then around the base of his cock.” Lance fingered the material and twisted his head to stare at her. “What?” he whispered. His heart slammed against his ribs and his erection was brushing against Justin’s calf unmercifully. Angelina placed her hands over his, and guided him, her chin resting on his shoulder. “Under his balls,” she repeated, showing Lance’s hands where to go. “To keep him at bay.” A slippery lick at his shoulder, and she pulled Justin’s cock upright. “Now around the base, like this.” Lance’s body was slick with sweat and desire as he watched her hands on his man. Tangling the sheet until he was even harder. Watching as Justin’s body rocked and his fists clawed into the bed sheets fervently. “It makes him more sensitive,” she explained, backing away. “More hungry for your touch. Now grab that vibrator and press it against him. Right under the tip. Sit on his legs. So he can’t move.” Lance’s mouth went dry and he tried to focus as Justin’s legs dropped instantly. And he noticed Angelina shifting from the bed, drifting up toward Justin's’ head. “I want to tie his hands,” she said lowly, and Lance nodded because he couldn’t think of anything else to do. Or say. Justin agreed by throwing his hands over his head in compliance and Lance switched the vibrator on, his nerves alive and throbbing, his head swimming with delicious visions. Sitting on Justin’s legs, he couldn’t help but rub himself, wrap his own hand around his cock and stroke. “Did I say touch yourself?” Angelina exhaled noisily, wrapping yet another strip of sheet around Justin’s wrists, connecting and knotting them to the headboard over his head. “Jesus Christ. How old are you that you can’t *not* touch yourself?” Lance’s ears burned with humiliation and it turned him on even more to be caught. Wanting was the name of the game...how far it could all go. And the scream they all anxiously awaited. “Lance, I’m..” Justin’s voice was silky and drawn out. Laced with inexplicable lust and need. So Lance swallowed thickly and switched the vibrator on. A low hum filled the room and he saw Justin twitch in anticipation. Eyeing his lover carefully, he touched the end of the toy to sensitive flesh. Justin hissed. Angelina grinned in the shadows and moved away from the bed, taking her place in the chair. “That’s it, Lance,” she urged, bracing her legs against the bed once more. “Hit him again!” Excitement licked through her words, and she eyed the boys with lusty eyes. Her hand unbuttoned her pants and she tugged them off. Lance blinked, unsure he was seeing correctly. His erection was throbbing, begging to have some attention, dripping and aching. His mouth hung open, but words escaped him. “Hit him again,” she growled, spreading her legs open. Justin moaned and Lance touched the vibrator to him again. This time the cry was louder, almost a sob, but not a scream. Lance bent down between Justin’s legs, unable to help himself. He captured the very tip of Justin’s cock between his lips and rolled his tongue along the ridge, brushing the vibrator against him again. “Jesus, God!” Justin whimpered. Lance pulled back, curious how much Justin could take. “I want to fuck him,” he rumbled, his bass voice vibrating recklessly. “I have to...fuck!” He was pleading, staring at this movie icon as she stroked herself leisurely. She shrugged. “Fuck him then.” A sexy laugh followed her words, and Lance shivered. Carelessly, he pushed into Justin, unable to control anything. He saw Justin’s face cloud over, then relax. Because he couldn't stop if he wanted. Hauling Justin's legs over his shoulder, he inched up, eager to maintain the vibrations. It strained his back to fuck on his heels like that, but Justin’s mouth had dropped open, and his stomach was quivering. So Lance thrust in, and held position and used one hand skillfully to run the oblong toy up and down Justin's cock slowly...pausing at the sensitive underside to press down. He was amazed at the hardness and savored each brush of his hand along the length. “That’s it,” Angelina whispered, and Lance could hear her breath become ragged. For a moment there was nothing but small gasps in the air, little moans that came from every which way. For a moment the air stopped swirling, and oxygen was sucked from the room as a searing heat encircled the bed. Lance drew back and pushed in again, his legs shaking with strain. “Come for fuck’s sake,” he growled, using the vibrator again. Justin’s face morphed and Lance watched...then he plunged again. An inferno shot inside of him as Justin grew louder and his body shook frenziedly. A string of expletives curled from Justin’s lips and Lance’s eyes closed. To savor the moment. The scream was feral and powerful. It echoed off the walls, and in Lance’s ears. “Christ,” he muttered and looked down. Justin’s mouth was wide open, his arms thrashing uncontrollably against his restraints. His entire body jerking without consequence. Lance held steady, touching the vibrator to Justin once last time. To hear the scream intensify. Which it did. It was half cry, half moan, lengthy and drawn out. Sexy and roaring. Untamed. And Lance smiled through his sweat as Justin came in a seemingly never-ending shower of come...endless ribbons that refused to stop. “Holy fuck,” Angelina gasped. Lance turned toward her, securing her eyes with his own. Her hand was working feverishly, her lips slack. Her hips thrust up as her toes curled into the bedspread. He grunted playfully and thrust into Justin again, eying her carefully. Licking his lips. Watching as her eyes fluttered and her head rolled. Interested when her hand slid beneath her tee shirt to play with her nipples. Laughing when her eyes flickered open and she glared at him. “You shit,” she moaned, dragging her breath out in long sweeps. “You pretty little. Fuck.” Her roar was primitive, and tempestuous. Lance’s eyebrow cocked and he dropped the vibrator, falling onto his hands over Justin. “I love you,” he whispered, bending in to brush his lips against Justin’s. “Fucking love you, Justin.” Lance heard Angelina come in a flurry of torrid moans and peppery words. Slanted green stared down into Justin’s face, pausing only long enough to rip the blindfold from his eyes. Justin squinted up, his eyes content, his arms still trapped in ties. Lance smiled as he pushed onward, pleased with the soothing stare batting up at him. His body was wrecked, overloaded, and he closed his eyes for a moment to center himself. One tiny cry, a stifled breath, and Lance came furiously, his mind blacking out as the orgasm swept over him. He fell toward Justin helplessly, collapsing in a heap of frazzled nerves and satisfied emotions. “You okay?” Justin asked, cradling him with a breathless giggle. “Fine,” Lance whispered, pushing himself over to the space beside Justin. Stillness moaned through the room, and Lance sighed contentedly.  One hand splayed across his stomach carelessly, the other toyed with Justin's hair. “You screamed,” he said softly. “You really fucking let it go!”  He reached up and liberated Justin’s wrists, kissing each one gently before letting them fall. Lips met in an exchange of love and trust before sleep captured them. And they forgot there was even a third person in the room, choosing instead to wrap up in each other. Curling down for warmth and safety. *************** She chuckled as the two boys fell into each other. When their snores filled the room, she plucked her vibrator up and wiped it off, then tied it with a ripped sliver of sheet. Topping it with a bow and leaving it with them...as a souvenir of sorts. She slid her jeans back on and hovered over the bed, wishing she could touch them one last time. But she didn’t. Instead, she padded to the bathroom, taking lipstick out of her bag. In bright red letters, she scribbled a message. “Scream” She let herself out, humming with satisfaction as she twisted her hair up. Switching her cell phone back on, she swept out of the hotel lobby and into her limo. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and envisioned the lambs in their bed, touching and wiggling. And when her cell phone jingled, she hated to even answer it and come back to reality. But it was Billy Bob, so she did. “Darling,” she cooed. “I just had the most delicious lamb chops.” \\ feedback \\ \\ menu \\