Lance had his first clue when Justin stepped out of the hotel tub with a slight erection -- and not a stitch of hair surrounding it. At first, he was dumbfounded and more than a bit shocked. He’d gone in with all of it -- yet now he was shaved smooth. And not saying word one about it while he strolled about in the hotel bathroom, dripping wet and humming contentedly. They hadn’t fought -- or had any unusually kinky discussions as of late. So, Lance was confused and wondering if he was supposed to make a comment. Or, maybe he was supposed to wait and have Justin bring it up. Justin headed out of the bathroom, pausing only long enough to kiss the back of Lance’s neck. Lance pulled back the shower curtain and sure enough, on the tub‘s edge, sat a disposable razor and lathering creme. “What the hell?” Lance mumbled as his mind spun. He counted off the reasons Justin would do this. None of them were convincing enough to rationalize such behavior. “Lance? You want breakfast?” Justin popped his head in, and Lance noticed he was fully dressed. “I’m ordering before we have to go.” “Sure. That would be fine.” “You okay?” Justin pushed the door open wider and stared distantly at his boyfriend. “You look kinda weird.” Lance raked his fingers through his hair and stared at Justin with eyebrow cocked. “I’m fine. Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing. You okay?” “Sure,” Justin answered quickly -- and Lance thought he answered just a little *too* quickly. “I’m just hungry. You want eggs or just coffee?” “Coffee,” Lance replied in bewilderment. The incident was pushed to the back of Lance’s head for the rest of the day. The agenda was packed from morning until the show and he barely had time to touch Justin, let alone delve into a conversation he wasn’t sure he wanted to. But when they were alone later on, and Justin stripped unabashedly in the room, Lance couldn’t help but stare at it. It was fascinating and even a little sexy. Yet still Justin pretended nothing was wrong. They didn’t make love -- they fucked and it was the first time Lance actually shook when he came. It was powerful and untamed -- and he couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten into Justin. ---------------------------- Two days later, Lance sat quietly with his laptop on the tour bus he shared with Joey. He clicked away on the keys without really paying much attention as the bus stopped. He didn’t hear Joey call out to him for a rest area break -- nor did he hear Justin step on the bus ... ... until he saw it. Justin had no hair. Lance’s lap top crashed to the floor as he jumped up. “Justin. You’re hair is gone.” Justin smiled wickedly but didn’t say a word. He simply rubbed his hand over the tiny brown stubble and grabbed Lance’s hand. He shoved Lance down on the couch in the lounge and kicked the door shut with his foot. Stripping quickly, he started to rub himself while Lance’s eyes grew wide with shock. Lance had no idea -- no fucking clue what to say. He was incredibly turned on yet Justin had no hair. None. He watched with lusty eyes as Justin’s head fell back and his hands manipulated his cock and Lance couldn’t breath let alone move. He was convinced Justin was possessed. This almost sexually shy partner he’d had for almost a year was jerking off -- in front of him -- in the daylight. It was insane. But totally erotic. The moans were not restrained. Lance could barely breath as an erection formed between his legs. As he watched Justin’s hand move quicker and quicker over the smooth skin -- as he gazed into drooped eyes. “Justin,” he muttered. And Justin let his eyes open as he licked his lips and came all over his hand with a feral grunt. He lapped the mess from his fingers before bending down to kiss Lance. “I’ll see you at the hotel.” He was gone, leaving Lance stunned, with a hard on that was rigid as steel. “Oh my fucking God,” was all Lance could manage before dashing to the bathroom, past a smirking Joey, to alleviate the ache that plagued him. ************************* At the hotel, Justin was back to normal. Or so it seemed. He signed autographs and posed for a picture or two. He dribbled his basketball, and put Chris in two head locks. He listened to a new song JC had re-worked and snatched a new set of batteries from Joey’s hands. Lance watched as he flitted around in his usual immature manner, and when they got to their room, the beast came out once more. This time Justin shoved Lance down to the bed with brutal force and a wicked grin. This time he ripped Lance’s favorite tee shirt right down the center and off. This time he bit Lance’s stomach, leaving teeth marks. “What the fuck?” Lance growled as he shoved Justin’s head. “Okay, that’s it!” He struggled to sit up, but Justin was adamant, and a devilish gleam sat in his eyes. Lance was stunned when Justin pushed him back down, tearing his jeans off with one hand. “Justin, we gotta talk about this,” he stammered, but Justin shook his head no. Soon, Lance was naked and Justin was hovering over him smiling -- without words. Lance was helpless as Justin plied him with kisses, using his tongue to draw sexual energy from his body -- licking and nibbling Lance’s lips until they were raw -- until Lance arched his back in a pure fit of lust. No longer caring if Justin had hair or not. And it was no surprise when Lance felt the cool sensation of lubricant against him. He shivered in anticipation, discarding thoughts of why Justin had turned like this. Until he heard the hum and felt himself being pried open. “Jesus!” he screeched, trying to sit up. But Justin was holding him down with lust clouding his eyes, and a smile dimpling his boyish face. “For the love of fuck, Justin! Get that thing out of me.” Justin remained quiet, shaking his head no, bending his lips to capture Lance in another kiss, pressing the battery operated mechanism further inside. Lance wiggled uncomfortably under the pressure, grinding his teeth together, biting Justin’s lip to get him to let go. Which he didn’t. “Goddamnit!” Lance hissed as he pressed his chest up and kicked his feet out. Soon the discomfort was gone, and waves of pleasure shot through him. Suddenly he relaxed and let Justin move the vibrator inside of him. In moments his body was rocking as tremors wavered through him, sending intense messages to his brain, creating a euphoria he’d never experienced before. Soon he was moaning into Justin’s mouth and clawing at Justin’s back. The orgasm ripped his body up, and he came on Justin’s leg, his body shivering and shaking. “Oh. My. God.” Justin looked down at him with puppy dog eyes and kissed his nose before rolling away, leaving Lance trembling and spent. ********************* Lance rather enjoyed the new untamed Justin. He never knew when the beast would be released and it kept things fresh. The heat of the summer tour was smothering -- sweltering sound checks and hot dressing rooms. Air that didn’t always work and sweat that often slicked across their bodies. Sex was impulsive and spicy. So, backstage, when Justin came to Lance with that look in his eyes, Lance immediately got hard. “Come with me,” Justin whispered, sucking Lance’s earlobe roughly. And Lance had gone gratefully, wondering what Justin was going to do next. A tattooed woman sat next to a white table inside a locked trailer. Lance was perplexed, bewildered at the shock of seeing someone’s face where he thought there would be none. “Justin?” “Shh, baby. Shh.” Justin smiled and removed his shirt, discarding it quickly. He laid on the table and pulled Lance close. Lance shook his head as he saw the needle -- as he saw the piercing rings. “Oh you are not ...” But Justin grabbed the back of his neck and yanked him down, mashing his lips against Lance’s. “I am,” he whispered. “And I want you to suck my cock while I have it done.” “Oh ...” Lance pulled up a bit, his green eyes dark with desire, his pulse throbbing in time with his erection. He saw Justin’s hand rub over the crotch of his pants, and his hips thrusting upward with a tiny moan. “I don’t think I can do this,” Lance whimpered. Justin grinned and took Lance’s hand, sliding it down. “You can,” he assured him. “Oh baby. It’s gonna feel so good. Pain and pleasure. Please?” Lance felt primordial urge take over his senses -- his idea of right and wrong -- his inhibitions. He swallowed thickly as Justin unzipped his pants, and slid his cock out, holding up as offering to Lance. “Please?” Lance growled ferociously as he took Justin into his mouth. As he licked and swirled, sucked and tugged. As his eyes locked on Justin’s. As the woman prepared Justin’s nipple for piercing. He watched carefully as Justin’s face contorted in pleasure from the blow job, then pain as the needle sunk into tender flesh. And as Justin howled in a plethora of sensations, Lance rubbed himself against the table, aching for release himself because it was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. The lady smiled, snapping her gloves off, and disappeared from the trailer. Lance grunted, unable to speak, and threw his jeans down. “I am gonna fuck the hell out of you now,” he growled, jumping onto the table. Justin moaned, letting his finger touch his new ring, wincing a bit as the tender flesh burned under his graze. Lance lost it, heaving Justin’s legs over his shoulder, not at all concerned the table may collapse, just desiring to fuck his man. He pushed in with brutal force, gazing down at Justin’s face -- the way it scrunched a bit in ache. But then it was gone, replaced by blissful lust -- by pure sex that hazed over his gentle face. Lance thrust in a frenzy. Muttering obscenities. Leaving his southern charm behind. Orgasming in a fit of utter satisfaction. Not even noticing that Justin had come against his chest. Not even caring. ********************* “Justin?” Justin looked up from his place on the hotel bed, where he was sprawled on his belly engrossed in a baseball game. “What?” Lance tossed his glasses to the desk and grinned. “I got a surprise for you.” “You do?” Justin slithered up and stretched, crawling off the bed toward Lance. “What is it?” Lance laughed because he was used to this by now. Because he adored the two personalities Justin had -- boy to sex god and back in the he blink of an eye. “Come downstairs,” Lance grinned. And Justin followed with big eyes, padding along in sweats and a Harley tee shirt. “What is it?” “You’ll see.” Lance lead him down the back stairs toward the parking deck. His hands reached up to cover Justin’s eyes. “No fair,” Justin pouted, but Lance didn't relent. Not until they were at the present -- and Lance dropped his hands. A Harley. Justin’s mouth dropped. “Oh my God! Lance!” “It’s yours baby. All yours.” Justin jumped up and down, his hands slapped against his cheeks. His blue eyes wide with delight. “This is the Special Edition I wanted to get!” he cried, wandering around the sleek bike. “Lance! I’m ... I’m stunned.” Lance folded his arms across his chest and blushed at the heartfelt reaction Justin was showing him. “I’m glad you like it.” “Like it?” Justin exclaimed, hurrying back to Lance’s side. “Are you freaking kidding me? This is like better than sex!” He planted a sloppy kiss on Lance’s cheek and climbed on, stroking the handle bars lovingly. Staring at his reflection in the chrome. And Lance stepped back, unsure exactly what ‘better than sex’ meant. He narrowed his eyes as Justin rubbed the motorcycle slowly, his fingers trailing over the steel passionately. Lance scratched his head as a little flutter gnawed his gut. He wasn’t quite so sure now, that buying the bike was a good idea. “Justin?” Justin just smiled, his grin wide and innocent, the baseball cap on his head creating an even more childish look. And he ignored Lance. So Lance climbed on board, sliding behind Justin to test the waters. To make sure he didn’t just fuck himself out of any more sexual fun. His arms wrapped around Justin and  slid his fingers under the waistband of the sweats Justin wore. Tickling the smooth flesh underneath. Creeping down as far as he could searching for treasure. Pressing his chin into Justin’s back and snuggling close. “Baby, I’m so horny,” he whispered, brushing his cheek along Justin’s tee shirt. “Come back upstairs and play.” Justin turned his head and wiggled away. “I wanna take her out,” he chuckled, sliding away from Lance a bit. “Just around the block. Can I?” Lance’s hand jerked out from under Justin’s pants and he bit back the little pang of hurt that tugged him. “Um, sure,” he said lowly, lifting his leg up and over, climbing off so Justin could try her out. He dug in his pocket and pressed the keys into Justin’s palm. “Here you go.” And he hoped Justin would hear the tint of sadness in his voice, or ask him to go for a ride as well. But Justin just grinned and inserted the key into the ignition, slapping the black helmet over his head. “Thanks. I’ll be right back.” As the engine purred to life, Lance stepped back, watching as Justin roared off without so much as a backward glance. He stood alone in the parking garage with a lost look, scuffing his sneaker against the pavement idly. Wondering if he should just sit down somewhere and wait. Sure that once Justin took the bike out for a test ride, he’d return with that same desire as always. And they could scamper back up to their room and roll around on the bed -- and Justin could *show* him just how very appreciative he was. So Lance found a little concrete parking stop and sat, dangling his hands over his legs. Staring off into the street where he’d just watched Justin drive down. He waited. And waited. And waited. A check of his watch let him know Justin had been gone nearly an hour. “Shit!” Lance hissed, pacing around the area. It was pretty clear Justin’s spin around the block had turned into much more. The sting of abandonment slapped at Lance as he lowered his head and walked back into the hotel lobby. He sighed and headed back up to their room to catch up on some work -- regretting the waste of a precious day off. “Hey Lance!” Chris yelled from across the way. “Where’s boy wonder?” Lance shrugged and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I gave him the bike and he took off.” “No shit!” Chris laughed, jogging over. “The Special Edition? You got it?” “Yeah, they shipped it here this morning,” Lance said with a heavy heart. “He said he was taking it out for a spin and that was an hour ago.” Chris saw the little slivers of pain rummaging around in those jade eyes and he smiled, nudging Lance. “Hey, you know Justin! He’s just excited. No more than that. He’ll be back soon.” Lance blinked up into Chris’ sympathetic eyes and forced a little smile. He shrugged and sighed. “I know. I’m gonna head upstairs to get some stuff done. Let me know if you see him okay?” “I will, buddy,” Chris said, rubbing Lance’s arm gently. “I will.” He headed upstairs to the room and grabbed a Pepsi out of the fridge. Then he plugged his computer in, snapped the basketball game off, and settled down to work. Hours passed and the sun began to crawl down over the late afternoon sky. Lance removed his glasses and wandered to the window, staring at the street below. Wondering if Justin was planning to come back at all. He was getting angry, and pondered just what the hell he had done. He’d wanted to give Justin the new toy he craved as a symbol of how far their relationship had come. As a gift for all the special times they’d created lately. The sex was just the final barrier broken down in their lives -- and Lance felt as if there was nothing between them now. That their souls were intertwined. And the Harley had swiped it away in 2 point 2 seconds. Lance felt strain and boredom take over, so he crawled into bed and shut his eyes. His stomach growled as dinner time approached, and he was curious to see if Justin would come back to eat. Or just zip through a fast food drive thru and continue on. As Lance rolled onto his belly, he wondered if Justin would come back at all. Anxiety licked at him as he imagined Justin riding off into the sunset with his new bike, never to return. That was the last image he had as his eyes fell shut and he fell into dreamland. **************** Hands were on him, lifting his shirt, licking his sides. And Lance stumbled sleepily out of his dreams to the feeling of Justin’s mouth on his body. “Justin?” he whispered, letting his eyes open, trying to gauge the time. “Baby, its me,” Justin whispered back, crawling up Lance’s body. “I have a surprise for you.” Lance tried to sit up, but Justin pushed him back down. “Lie still okay? Just lie still and we’ll go somewhere new.” “Where were you?” Lance wanted to know as Justin tugged the shirt from his body. “You said around the block and ...” “Shh,” Justin kissed him, swiping his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Baby you gotta play nice.” Lance was confused as Justin pushed him back, and he strained to see something in the darkness of the room. He could feel Justin’s hand between his legs, rubbing him insistently. And he moaned, his body still thick with sleep. “Does that feel good?” Lance jerked up, slamming his forehead against Justin’s. “Who’s that?” he cried, grabbing Justin’s shoulder. “Justin?” “Lance, calm down. It’s Chris, baby. Just calm down.” Every nerve Lance had frayed instantly and he tried to roll away, get up and find the light switch. Shed some light on the situation. “What’s Chris doing here?” he cried out, as Justin pushed at his shoulders. “Don’t you trust me?” Justin whispered into his ear. “It’s to thank you for the bike. It’s to take us yet another place we’ve never been.” Justin’s tongue snaked into Lance’s ear, swirling into it along with his breath. “If you want him to go, just say it. He’s gone. If you’re scared ...” Lance sunk back into the mattress, enveloped in Justin’s heat. Scared to death, but curious. “I trust you,” he whimpered back, and Chris’ hands were back at him, sliding his zipper down, tugging his jeans down. Justin’s mouth covered his, and Lance moaned into him as Chris hooked his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and slowly dragged them down and off. It was odd to have him mouth kissed by the boy he loved, and his lower half being touched by his lover’s best friend. “No kissing,” Justin promised, as he pulled away a little, stroking Lance’s hair comfortingly. “He’s not going to kiss you or fuck you okay? That’s for us. Only for us.” Lance nodded and tried to breath as his cock sprang to life, as his blood rushed around searching for a place to go. And as Justin lay down next to him, he curled into him, trying not to think too much about Chris, and what he was doing between his legs. But soon, Chris’ hands were circling the base of his cock, and slipping something peculiar  down around him. Lance tensed, reaching out for Justin, a gasp echoing in the darkness. “It’s a cock ring, baby,” Justin chuckled softly. “Just relax okay? He won’t hurt you.” “Okay,” Lance stammered, gripping Justin’s leg carefully. “Okay.” It was the feeling of being naked and vulnerable while Justin was clothed, and Lance could feel the scratchy denim run along the flesh of his legs, and the soft cotton tee shirt Justin wore pressing against his arm. It was an erotic feeling, and he settled back a little, trying to maintain his composure. As the ring slipped over tender flesh, he gasped in wonder at how hard it made him. At how it seemed to trap all the blood in and make his skin more sensitive. “Fuck,” he moaned, rolling his head to the side, searching Justin out. He could barely make out a shadow of Justin’s face, staring back at him. “Kiss me,” he begged, licking his dry lips, needing to feel his lover pressed against him. “Okay baby,” Justin cooed, leaning in. His hand drifted over Lance’s chest, grazing gently over his nipples as his lips crashed down. Lance twitched as Chris’ mouth covered his cock in one swoop, swallowing it down. His hips arched off the bed and his fist curled in the sheet as Justin’s mouth possessed his. The slick suction of Chris’ mouth flooded him and his toes curled as his knees rose involuntarily. “Oh god,” he muttered into Justin. “Oh god.” “Mmm, you like it?” Justin whispered, letting his lips drift along Lance’s jaw, nibbling gently along the fine stubble, wandering down to his neck. “All for you, Lance. All for you.” Lance rocked from the inside out as Chris took no mercy. There was no tenderness like there was with Justin. Nothing that might plague him later on. Just straight on head. Suction combined with sweeping licks. Firm pressure just under his balls, pressing just so. Creating a roar in his lungs that begged for escape. When Justin’s mouth covered one of his nipples and tugged at it with his teeth, Lance hissed out in pleasure. His hand reached out to cover the shorn hair of his lover and his hips thrust up. Aching for completion. For an end the exquisite torture being reigned over him. “Fuck, Chris! God!” Lance was incoherent as his eyes rolled, his body swallowed in pre orgasmic delight. Every nerve responding violently. Chris tugged the skin of his cock taught and licked just the underside, running the tip of his tongue around the head. Lance froze, his breath stifled. Sure he’d never felt anything quite like that. And as Chris’ fingers pressed against him, he moaned, a low rumble that slid out of him along with a pulsating throb. But there was more inside him, and he was gone, pushed so far over the edge he felt dizzy. “Justin? What? What was that? My .. fuck!” “It’s okay, Lance. Chris knows what to do. Soon baby.” Chris released the skin and swallowed Lance once more, bobbing up and down until Lance thrashed around uncontrollably. Begging out into the shadows for mercy on his body. Ripping at Justin as a second wave jabbed at him. Screaming blindly into the air as Justin twisted both his nipples simultaneously while Chris had at him. “FUCKING GOD!” Lance thundered, as his orgasm ripped away from him into Chris. He tensed and let go, seeing tiny stars dance around in front of him as his body shook fiercely. Justin smiled and crawled up to Lance’s lips, kissing them tenderly, nuzzling his nose against Lance’s. He reached down and slid the ring off gently, tossing it to the carpet below. “You okay?” he giggled as Chris crept out of the room silently to avoid any weird feelings. “Baby?” “Justin,” Lance garbled, extending his arms, welcoming Justin’s body against his. “Justin, I love you!” “I know,” Justin countered, struggling to climb out of his own clothes. “Thanks for the bike.” “Thanks for that,” Lance whispered, his breathing erratic and heavy. “What’s going on here?” “It’s like kismet,” Justin whispered, as he tossed his clothes to the side. “I was told to shed what held me back. Rewards would be great.” Lance laughed and curled against Justin. “Well, shit!” Lance quipped, inhaling sharpley. “I never ... I just didn‘t think you were coming back.” “Lance, I’ll never not come back. Never! I was just loving my bike. Enjoying her.” Justin pressed his nose against Lance’s and giggled. “What got into you?” Lance wanted to know, as his hand ran along Justin’s spine. “All this crazy stuff?” “Told you. The quote. Shed what held me back. I shaved my crotch because it was different. Because it gave me the energy I needed to be experimental. My head because it was associated with being a kid.” Justin paused to pull Lance closer and lower his voice. “My nipple because it made me feel bad. The vibrator as a sign of trust between us.” “Damn,” Lance whispered, letting it sink in. Never realizing all the connotations linked to the peculiar actions. “And Chris? Where does he fit in?” “Chris, well, he‘s got kind of a reputation for oral satisfaction so I asked him if he would mind. I figured I could trust him. He’s my best friend, and he told me you were a little upset I was gone so long. I .. ah .. got the idea and asked him if he’d be into that. He was and he gave you a double orgasm. I ain’t that good yet baby,” Justin laughed. “I’m learning. I’m learning.” Lance shook his head and drifted off into a fit slumber, his arms entangled in Justin. “You’re amazing,” he sighed. “So are you. So are you.” Justin kissed the top of Lance’s head, knowing their souls were looped together forever. BACK