Enigma 2: The Trinity // Chapter Two // Lance stared at Chris, fresh from the shower with a white hotel towel knotted around his waist. He laid in bed and studied the silver nipple ring intensely. “Did it hurt?” he asked. Chris slathered some gel in his hands and rubbed it over his head. “Did what hurt?” “Nipple ring.” Lance rolled off the bed and curled up behind Chris in front of the mirror. He pressed himself against damp skin, as close as he could get, ran his hands up Chris’ sides, and around to his belly. Slowly, he trailed his fingers up to Chris’ nipple and tugged the ring gently. “Well?” Chris grabbed his wrist and bit the inside skin, punctuating the pulse point directly. “Pierce yours and find out,” he challenged. Lance yanked his hand away and laughed. “Like I’d do that.” “Why not?” Chris asked, drying his body. “It’s erotic, Lance.” He dropped the towel to the carpet and moved toward Lance. “The needle slips through flesh and it’s white hot. Searing. I mean, it’s sexy as fuck and all.” Chris was truly this enigma, Lance thought as he stared intently at his lovers body. And it was more than lovers, he knew, more than just fucking or experimenting. It was this connection to a higher ground. A place he didn’t expect he’d ever see. To bring Justin in would simply be the cherry on top. He longed to tease Justin, to drag his mouth over the soft skin of Justin’s thigh. Teach him things. Give him the key as Chris had given him. Have Chris watch, or teach. “Chris?” Dark brown eyes searched his, knowing instantly without having anything asked. “He’s not going to be able to deal with this, Lance. Trust me.” Chris licked his lips and threw a tee shirt over his head. “Justin’s gentle. He’s inquisitive as fuck, but he’s not ... I don’t know. Not ready for something like this without trust and commitment at the end.” He finished dressing and packed away his belongings. Lance pouted, something he wasn’t very good at. But he folded his arms in front of his chest and sighed heavily, curling the side of his lip between his lips for effect. “I’m thinking,” he whispered, raising his gaze over Chris’ body. “That we could show him together. You’re his best friend. He trusts you, Chris. He’ll feel protected and ..” Chris laughed, a crazy, deep full laugh with a clap to punctuate his feelings. “That’s rich, Lance. Oh yeah, I’m gonna fuck my best friend. Nah, that won’t make him too mental will it?” He bent to grab his overnight bag before brushing his lips across Lance’s cheek. Ruffling the blonde tipped hair, he shook his head. “Let’s you and I go out tonight, Lance. We’ll take Justin. But no sex. Just so you can see how lost he is. Will that give you piece of mind?” Shrugging, Lance spun around to pack his own bag. “Whatever. I was just thinking ...” “Yeah, I know. You want to play with his head.” Chris yanked the short hairs on the back of Lance’s neck, exposing his neck, causing Lance to teeter off balance. “That’s not nice, Lance. Mind fucking.” A substantial bite to the side of Lance’s neck, and Chris released him. “Be a good boy, please.” As Chris left, Lance huddled under the blankets and chewed on his lip. Time to create the plan. Time to savor what was to come. New city coming up. New world about to begin. *************** Again with the eyes on the bus. Huge unblinking blue eyes that refused to stray far from him. Lance felt the heat radiate and it pumped blood all over his body, bubbling through his veins. Justin moved through the tiny area, stumbling over items. Twisting around every so often to gape with pleading eyes. Eyes drowning with want. Lance watched carefully from under his glasses as Justin continually adjusted the crotch of his jeans. There was no question why. Lance knew Justin was battling erection after erection...or perhaps one long one. It amused him, and he chewed on the back of his pen idly wondering if he was this anxious with Chris. Remembering he was worse, seeking Chris out like a bitch in heat. He chased him, and refused to take no. His eyes fluttured shut as he remembered that night in the VIP room...the wax and the erotic tumbling of his body. The way Chris let him take what he needed...what he had to have. Night crawler, Lance mused as he smiled. And when he opened his eyes, Justin was mere inches from his face, staring. Gawking. “What the fuck are you doing?” Lance queried, snapping his laptop shut. “Why are you so close to my face?” Justin nibbled on his thumb, but didn’t move. And Lance saw the storm in his eyes, a raging, sexual ocean that crashed into him. “Sit down, will ya?”  Justin nodded but just backed away, refusing to sit. He paced again, stumbling in socked feet over sneakers strewn on the bus floor. Lance sighed, well aware Chris was sound asleep on the couch in the back. Well aware if he spilled plans prematurely to Justin, Chris would be displeased. But it was too delicious, and Justin was too close. Too restless. Too ready. “Justin?” Justin flinched, and Lance laughed. A wave of control ripped through him... pure exhilaration that he could make Justin jump like that. That he could create such nervousness. “What?” Justin was staring, his pacing paused, his body leaning forward as if inspecting Lance. Peering closer for some hint of the mystery that had suddenly formed. Lance felt it, like a poker jabbing at his chest. Excitement trilled through his mind creating a luscious hum, and he patted the seat next to him, inviting Justin to his side. He wanted to touch, to feel Justin pressed against him. Thigh to thigh. Scorching skin to scorching skin. “Sit,” he commanded. And Justin did, lowering his gaze. Uncertainty clouded his eyes. Lance could smell the fear. He chuckled, fearful he was indeed turning into Chris. “We’re taking you with us tonight,” he whispered, brushing his lips over Justin’s ear gently. He wanted to lick, to stick his tongue out and lap at the tender flesh. He longed to hiss hot air into Justin's canal, and feel him twitch beside him. But that would wreck the devious thrill. And he wanted to save it for later, for the club. For smearing black lipstick on his lips before marring Justin’s stomach with it. So he restrained and nudged Justin playfully instead. “You are?” Justin asked, his eyes widening at the prospect. He turned to stare at Lance with innocent eyes, eyes that sparkled clearly, but not completely understanding. “That’s so cool,” he gushed, jumping to his feet. “So fucking cool and...” “Shh!” Lance yanked Justin by the wrists, dragging him to his knees. “Shh!” His green eyes stared directly into Justin, gliding around inside his soul, digging for secrets about to be unleashed. “Chris thinks you’re gonna freak out. So keep it quiet okay? Just be cool.” “Okay,” Justin nodded, running his hands across the inside of Lance’s thighs. “Okay.” There was no mistaking the eagerness, the pure willingness that danced in his expression. Eagerness to please. Willingness to discover. Lance chewed on his lip, savoring the feel of Justin’s hands creeping up his inner thighs, pushing the envelope. And he wanted to let him touch, feel his way. But that would make Chris furious. Still, the heat pressing against his thighs was causing his belly to coil, and he leaned back for a moment to see what Justin would do. Staring down at him with narrowed eyes, Lance challenged, dared Justin to take a step forward. Because maybe Chris was wrong. Maybe Justin *was* ready to do this. “Lance?” “Hmm?” Justin blinked up from his position on the floor with wide eyes, and licked his lips. “I want you.” Blush crawled across Justin’s cheeks, and Lance crumbled, sank straight into some imaginary hole where evil, wicked friends went while mind fucking their friends. He jumped back, brushing Justin’s hands from his legs, ignoring the hardness between his legs. His hand danced over the scruff on his chin nervously. “Justin, I...” Wimping out was not his style. Backing down to take the side of safety. He panicked and ran his hand over his face.  Justin rocked back on his heels and averted his gaze with a tiny shrug. “Did I fuck this up?” he asked quietly? “I know Chris thinks I’m too young and...” Heel. Exactly what word crashed inside Lance’s mind when he saw the little boy gaze working its way over him. “Jesus, Justin. He’s just.” Lance growled, a rumble that sank in the hollow of his throat. Frustration bubbled and his excitement prickled down a bit. “Loves you. He’s worried, I guess.” “Why?” Justin wanted to know. He turned his gaze back and smiled coyly. “I want to see this, Lance. I do. I want to feel what this is.” Lance was pinned with an expression he wasn’t quite ready for. A turn-on that made his hips wiggle, and his cock burn with anticipation. That urge again to smear Justin with blackened lips, and paint his eyes. Encase his body in leather and bring him to the edge of freedom. “I want you to,” Lance whispered, wrapping his fingers around the nape of Justin’s neck, drawing him in until their lips were barely touching. It was breath for breath, even exchange of mutual feelings of lust curling between them. “I just hope it’s not a mistake,” Lance taunted, swiping his nose against Justin’s. “Fuck,” Justin grumbled, pushing Lance’s knees apart with his hands. “It’s not going to be.” He inched his fingers up Lance’s thighs slowly, brushing against the very obvious bulge beneath the tight denim. “And I think you know that.” Lance let out a drawn out hiss, and dropped his head back as Justin touched him. Electricity blasted through him, and his hips thrust involuntarily. ***************** Chris watched with wild eyes as they played. Quietly. He paid close attention to the wandering hands of Justin, and the sated look that cloaked Lance’s face. And in the darkness of the bus aisle way, he smirked. Lance was mind-fucking harder than he’d anticipated. Enjoying and savoring dragging Justin in. So Chris ran his hand down his body, turned on by sweet images that would soon become x-rated, and watched Justin’s innocent play. The kid had no idea he was playing with fire. Lance’s fire. The torch he himself had had the pleasure of passing on. The palm of his hand rubbed insistently over his erection, his eyes refusing look away. He wanted to see them go, tangle in his web. Chris leaned against the bunks and sighed. Patting his crotch, he cleared his throat, breaking the two apart. “Later,” he smiled, crashing into his bunk. Pressing his face into the pillow, he laughed. “Later.” [ onward ]  [ menu ]