Enigma 2: The Trinity // Chapter One // Lance noticed the looks -- the way Justin’s mouth grew slack sometimes. The way he would stare for several minutes, then shiver. And Lance knew he wanted in. So he pushed, as far as he could. Swapping busses with JC was no easy feat, considering Joey’s dogs were traveling with him. “I like dogs,” JC explained, “I have dogs, Lance. But I still have nightmares from the cross country trip with Busta. It wasn’t fun for me. That dog pissed everywhere.” “But Joey’s dogs aren’t like that,” Lance had countered. “They’re really good. And they can go six hours easy without needing a walk.” “No,” JC had said. “Please?” Lance asked. “Lance ...” “C ...” Lance had won in the end, dangling a carrot JC couldn’t refuse -- the lure that he could have peace and quiet without two other people bouncing off the walls. And so it began, like an opera. The act played out with subtle visuals. Daring Justin to jump in. Lance played carefully, understanding Chris’ need for privacy. It was still new to him, but the thought of drawing Justin in -- fresh blood to amuse himself with -- was too enticing. Lance wanted it all. He watched Chris dress to go out, and stroked himself idly. The mere sight of Chris primping always made him hard. He loved to watch Chris slide into leather pants, and was engrossed with the wicked knowledge that Chris wore nothing beneath that leather.  Lance observed the eyeliner that Chris slid carefully under his eye, decorating himself with expert ease. Sliding up in the bed a bit, he caught Chris’ reflection in the full length mirror, and ran his hand over his cock slowly. “Feel good?” Chris asked, buttoning his  pants. “Yep,” Lance replied simply, spreading his legs a little wider. An amazing transformation had freed him to the point he felt no need to restrain, to hide things from Chris. One hand slid to fondle his balls and he sighed into the sensation. “So,” he said, blinking slowly. “So,” Chris grinned wickedly, digging cherry black lipstick out of his bag and stuffing it in his pocket. “You didn’t ask me to go with you tonight,” Lance whispered, biting his lip as his hand worked slowly over his erection. “I wasn’t aware I had to hold your hand Lance.” Chris said, turning around. He slipped his hand between his legs to adjust his dick, now stiff with what lay before him. A vision of blonde and green, pale skin and a dark patch of hair that lead to paradise. “Christ you’re sexy.” Lance almost blushed, but when he caught the blackness of Chris’ eyes, his blood burned and his breathing faltered. His hand labored faster and he kept his eyes pinned on Chris’. “Come here,” he growled, tilting his head to the side. “No,” Chris replied, slipping his arms into his long leather coat. “You’re doing fine by yourself.” “But I want you,” Lance chewed on his lip in concentration. “I want your hand. Your mouth.” It was a game, attempts made not to moan, or let Chris know how turned on he way. A challenge. One he often lost. Chris wandered over to the bed and bent to drag his tongue up Lance’s cock slowly -- a quick suck -- then a hard nip to the soft flesh of his stomach. “How’s it feel to want, Lance?” He slipped his sunglasses over his eyes and waved his hand in the air. “Be back later.” Lance shuddered as cool air swamped him where Chris’ mouth had left it’s trail. And he cursed under his breath as the hotel door snapped shut. “Fucking shit!” he murmured, finishing the job quickly. It was a debate within him whether to stay or go.  Chris never bothered him with details. He wasn’t one to push, or request Lance’s presence. It was always Lance searching him out, a contest they enjoyed competing in. Lance washed up and threw on some sweats, deciding Chris could play alone tonight. Justin was thick on his mind, pretty blue eyes that had meant nothing just a few short weeks ago. But now, now they held something sinful ... something interesting. A toy to turn on perhaps. A sexy little boy who was aching for something erotic. So he wandered out into the hallway, and paused to chat amicably with some of the crew. He was on a predatory high when he slammed into Justin causing a bucket of ice to topple to the carpet, the cubes scattering like shattered glass. “Shit!” Justin cried. Lance grinned and stretched, drawing his arms over his head to allow a sliver of belly flesh to appear. “Jumpy are we?” he asked coyly, unable to contain his thrill at playing. Charm was at full speed, complete with a seductive smile and eyes that glowered immorally. “I’m not jumpy,” Justin stammered, kicking the cubes to the side of the hallway. “I’m fine.” Lance peered over into the nearly empty bucket and sighed. “You going for more ice?” he asked, eager to throw Justin off, make a friendly gesture to keep him intrigued. “Huh?” Lance plucked a cube out and glanced around for prying eyes. No one cared. Everyone was far too busy in private worlds were drinking and relaxing were top priority. So he ran the ice cube over his lips, driving his tongue in and out to lap at the watery treat. Teasing green eyes kept their gaze focused -- and savored each twitch that attacked Justin’s trembling lip. The bucket crashed to the carpet once more, and Justin stood ... frozen. “Good ice,” Lance whispered lowly, leaning forward to lick Justin’s cheek. Just as Chris had done to him just shy of a month before. He slipped the half melted ice cube in Justin’s mouth, pushing it in with the tip of his finger. The feel of Justin’s tongue on his skin caused his pulse to jump, but he remained solid. He smiled sinfully and turned to walk back to his room. It was obvious Justin had been affected -- he saw the shards of lust darken his blue eyes -- felt Justin wobble a bit under his touch. It was a high, a feeling of utter power to have over someone. Flopping on his bed, he shut his eyes and relished the pure exhilaration of messing with Justin, of preparing to drag him into the world Chris showed him. There was barely enough time to replay the incident before a persistent knock drew him to his feet. “That was quick,” he grinned, jogging to the door. “Who is it?” he called out, extracting the moment out. His eye peeked through the peep hole and he saw Justin standing there, rosy blush covering his face and his hands on his hips. “It’s me! Stop being a fuck and let me in!” Lance laughed and swung the door open. Justin had him in seconds, pushing him against the wall with similar forced he’d used on Chris not so long ago. But Lance was no submissive, and he pushed back. “Jesus,” he said, wiping his mouth with his hand. “Get off me!” Justin’s eyes were on fire, the blue stormy and aching. Lusting for what he wasn’t sure of. “I’m sorry,” he grumbled, backing up. Lance studied him carefully before walking away. “What do you want Justin?” he asked. “Because I’m not reading you clearly.” Justin was humiliated, and hurt. His eyes darted around anxiously and he shook his head. “I’m sorry. I’m not ... I just ..” Lance’s eyes narrowed and he grabbed a small bottle of Jack Daniels from the mini bar. “You just what?” Pouring the contents into a glass, he popped open a can of soda before turning to stare at the shaken figure against the door. “You want to fuck me? Know what’s up? Tell me.” Silence pierced the air, and Lance poured soda over the liquor. “Do you trust me?” Lance asked, bringing the glass to his lips. Justin didn’t reply, unable to move. To think or breathe. Lance could see the fear in his eyes. Fear encrusted with want. Still, he felt he needed to ask Chris. After all, Chris had been so adamant about keeping this to himself. “Give me three days,” he said, downing the rest of his drink. “Three days and you can have everything you want.” ************* “No,” Chris said as Lance rubbed the back of his neck firmly. Lance was horny just from Chris’ scent. The tell tale smell of sex and smoke that laced through the brown strands of Chris’ head. It was a scent that he picked up instantly, like a dog, a scent that made his cock harden and whimper for relief. “Why not?” Lance pressed. “He looks at me with these huge eyes and he licks his lips and ..” “And nothing, Lance,” Chris sighed, turning around to face him. “He’s young. He’s my best friend and I’m not going to be held responsible for the fire that I’ve introduced you to.” Lance pushed Chris away and stood up. “Why not? Is he too good for this? Too precious? Untouchable?” Chris waved his hand and shrugged his shirt from his shoulders. “Don’t play games, Lance. It doesn’t suit you.” He pushed Lance to the bed and crawled over him, drawing his cherry black lips across Lance’s pale skin.  “Now behave please. Just find your center and forget Justin.” As Chris’ lips surrounded his cock, Lance sighed. Inquisitive blue eyes shone brightly before him and as his fingers tangled in Chris’ hair, he made a promise. To change Chris’ mind. [ onward ]  [ menu ]