Enigma 2: The Trinity // Chapter Three // Minds ripped. Bodies tensed. Anticipation was in the air. Singing sweetly as post concert euphoria settled over the three. Chris was entwined with Lance on the bus. Twisted around his body like a snake, licking along his neck, rubbing his body like an oil. Oozing into every pore. And Justin was sitting cross-legged across from them with his mouth wide open and a hard on that actually hurt as it strained against his jeans. He let out a tiny gasp when Chris’ hands fumbled with the zipper on Lance’s jeans, slipping it down. The scrape of the zipper lowering was earsplitting, and Justin shivered as it twisted into his ear. He was staring at Lance’s cock before he knew it, and watching Chris’ hand stroke over the hardened flesh methodically. His eyes were roaming and wandering, unable to decide where to go. What to settle on. Lance’s face was a throng of unadulterated bliss. Chris’ face was a fiendish shadow. “I want in,” Justin whispered, demanding himself to stay unruffled. Not to fracture and wreck it all. “Maybe,” Chris taunted, rubbing Lance a little harder. “But it’s not playtime, Justin. This isn’t a game you just play and forget.” “I know,” Justin said--but he didn’t really know. And he wasn’t sure what to think. He only knew he was more turned on than he had a right to be. And aching to see Lance in black lipstick. Or Chris with his black nails scraping over Lance’s stomach. Or his thigh. Or something. “I have to...go to the...bathroom.” Justin’s voice was crackly and rickety when he stood. He didn’t expect Chris’ hand to curl around his bicep, holding him still. “Don’t,” Chris warned. “Don’t touch yourself. Don’t ruin it, Justin.” The show was a blur. A two hour jumble of bright colors and loud pyrotechnics punctuated by more than one moment when Justin sang the wrong lyrics. The hotel loomed in their future, and then going out. Justin wasn’t sure if he could stand it. He decided to obey, however, and sit back down in the narrow aisle to watch. If he was going to be horny, he may as well benefit from it close up. “Good boy,” Chris smiled, wrapping his fingers around the back of Justin’s neck. “You want to taste him? You can take a tiny lick. I want to see if you can really deal before we drag you in with us.” If there was ever a time his chest constricted, or his mouth grew dry, now was it. Justin nodded, his lips parting just a bit. Everything he’d consumed in the past few hours fell from his gut to his toes while his body leaned forward. Lance’s cock was just inches from him, with Chris’ fingers wrapped around its thickness. Offering it. Challenging him to take a taste. When he looked up, Lance was nodded, smiling in that cunning way he had. Urging him to fall forward and take advantage of it. It was a test--one Justin didn’t grasp. Because underneath it all, Chris knew Justin, better than anyone. And he didn’t want to send him spinning into  hell without cause. Without knowing he was willing to head there without hesitation. To achieve sexual freedom, and a trinity to hold through the ages. Justin’s tongue snaked out timidly as he rocked up to his knees. His fingers gripped Lance’s knees and he looked up into slanted jade eyes, drowning in the pure sex that radiated from them. He knew earlier he had been teasing Lance, pushing to prove he was a man. But this was right there. One lick and he wasn’t going to be able to turn his back. Like a vampire that sucked blood for that first time. An addiction he almost feared. A deviant lifestyle he longed to see--yet feared to dive into. Chris’ black fingernails were striking against Lance’s erection, a contrast that sent Justin’s body flying as his upper lip found Lance’s flesh. Very slowly, he inhaled. Then he ran the tip of his tongue around Lance, over Chris’ fingers. All the way down the length. An unrestrained moan toppled from his lips--from his mouth and from his being as he experienced Lance. The uniqueness of his skin. The very real fact he’d just touched another man’s cock. Chris pushed him back suddenly, and Justin fell to his ass--stunned. He couldn’t take in air, or think, or speak for that matter. The tightness in his jeans was unforgiving, and he begged with cloudy blue eyes for a promise that they would let him play. “Well fuck me!” Chris said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You really did it!” He continued to stroke Lance leisurely, like a pet or a plaything. And he stared at Justin in amazement. Justin could only nod with the sweet tingle of Lance still on his tongue. His fingers dipped into his  mouth and he ran them around his tongue while his other hand dropped between his legs to shift his dick a bit. Because it was starting to really ache fiercely. “Can he go?” Lance rumbled, pressing his mouth against Chris’. “Can we take him? Dress him up?” Chris sighed into Lance’s kiss with affirmation. “We can even put him on a leash,” he chuckled. “A leash?” Justin whimpered as the bus rolled into the hotel’s parking lot. ************************* Lance wanted to prepare Justin. And Chris didn’t fight him. It was clear that Chris was doing it all for him, so he accepted that. And appreciated the fact that he was invading on Chris’ solitude. A life that Chris was quite used to living alone. “Justin,” Lance said, waving toward the King sized bed in his suite. “You have to make me a promise.” Justin was grinning, and bouncing, his hands clenching and unclenching with exhilaration. “I will,” he vowed. “Whatever it is.” Lance knelt down and secured Justin’s hands in his. “You have to obey me tonight. For real. Chris is doing this for me. Letting me take you in against his better judgment. So if I tell you to go, to leave, you have. No questions asked.” His green eyes sank into Justin’s, insistent on understanding. “Can you do that?” Justin chewed on his lip. “But why would he want me to leave?” Dejection settled within Justin--an unwelcome feeling that he didn’t like. He jerked his hands free of Lance’s and examined his friend. “If you guys don’t want me around...” Lance recaptured Justin’s hands and pressed them to his chest. “I want you, Justin. Jesus from that moment I saw you staring at me while I was sleeping. I knew this was our destiny. That we were all supposed to do this.” “But Chris...” “Don’t be a kid,” Lance warned, dropping Justin’s hands once more. He stood and bent down to get in Justin’s face, to make certain that he understood moping and infantile behavior would only send him in reverse. That this delicious present about to be handed to him would be snatched away if he didn’t act responsibility. “I’m not,” Justin said faintly. Lance was so close he could make out each freckle dotting along his nose, each pore that trickled sex, each tiny trail of sexuality that exuded from his body. Everything about Lance was screaming ‘fuck me’ and Justin backed off. Afraid that he’d be told to go. Lance saw it, so visibly it made his gut wrench. He almost kissed Justin--nearly let his mouth find those pink lips and dive right in. “I gotta go see Chris,” he mumbled abruptly, ripping his eyes away. He shook because he couldn’t find control. He’d lost it somewhere. Chris was his center, so he stumbled out of the room and headed down the hall. *********** Chris flung the door open, and he was primed. Black tee shirt hanging over unbuttoned leather pants. Chunky boots unlaced at his feet. The distinct sexual scent that was Chris. It flushed Lance’s body with lust. That same untamed desire he felt in those first few days. “Jesus,” he gasped, never tired of seeing Chris turn. He lived for the way Chris’ eyes morphed to black. The way he tilted his head just so. The black lipstick and kohl that decorated him so carefully. And the leather. The smell alone made him hard. “Is Justin ready?” Lance wasn’t listening as he attacked, slamming Chris against the wall. Consuming his mouth. Pressing Chris’ palms to his side. “Fuck Justin,” he growled, unleashing the beast that now voluntarily resided within his soul. He could feel the waxy residue of the lipstick mash onto his lips, and the smooth leather the encased the object of his desire underneath his grasp. “I need you now.” Chris didn’t need another statement. He shoved Lance back and spun him around before dropping to his knees. A wicked gleam cast up and he unzipped Lance, springing him loose. “Seeing Justin lick you,” Chris whispered, “That was hot. That was so sexy.” “Did it make you hard?” Lance groaned, running his fingers through gelled spikes. “You’re always so fucking cool and...” “It made me hard,” Chris confirmed, circling the base of Lance’s cock with his fingers. Dipping below to his balls. Tightening his grip. Keeping control. “Don’t do that,” Lance whimpered as Chris licked each side of him slowly. “Do what?” Chris garbled as he slid his mouth over Lance. “Hold me there.” Lance’s fingers twisted the brown strands of hair desperately. “You know...” “You can’t come,” Chris said matter-of-factly. “If I grab your balls like this. You can’t come.” Lance cracked his head back against the wall and his knees shook. Inside, he felt his body dissolve under the torment Chris plied him with. “I need to,” he whined. “So badly.” “Justin made you hot?” There was nothing he could say as Chris’ mouth went to work, sucking deliberately, pulling back to circle the sensitive flesh with his tongue. Rotating with his other hand. A slow build burned, begging to come out, and Lance trembled from the force of it all. “Please,” he begged, dropping his chin to his chest. “Chris? Please?” His legs were spread to maintain balance, and he drew breath jaggedly with each beat of his heart. A sharp yank on his balls caused him to wince, then Chris let go and swallowed him. Lance’s eyes rolled back and an a freight train thundered through his head, shaking his brain into some black hole where all he could see was Chris in the candlelight. Naked and writhing. He came with a muted scream, unable to even create a word as Chris kept his mouth on him. Licking him clean like some kind of possessive animal. Consuming his fluid for energy. And when Chris stood calmly, and pressed his mouth to Lance’s, it was collected. Not at all flustered. An easy sweep into Lance’s mouth, and a gentle tuck of Lance’s dick back in his jeans, and Lance was ushered toward the door. “It’s nearly midnight,” Chris said. “Don’t fucking make me late.” Lance tripped in a haze back to Justin. His body thumping with each step. His eyes glazed but content. He barely noticed their bodyguards standing solidly near the elevators, or the members of management wandering the hallways. When he fell back into his suite, Justin was half naked, his body glistening and damp, a towel knotted loosely around his waist with a nice sized erection poking out. “I showered,” he said. “Hey you okay?” “Huh?” Lance twirled around once before falling back on the bed, his eyes dropping shut while his body tried to steady his erratic heartbeat. “You’re flushed and...” Lance blinked up and saw the crimson red creep along Justin’s face. A sudden realization. “Oh,” Justin said awkwardly, turning away. “It’s Chris,” Lance sighed, rolling onto his belly. “He does these incredible things and. And you’ll see. You’ll just see.” Justin’s hand ran over the back of his neck and he turned to pin Lance with a shy gaze. “Okay.” “We’re gonna be late,” Lance sighed, pulling himself up. His knees were still rubbery. His mind still a muddled fog. But he didn’t want to let Chris down. “Dress. Black except you get a white tee shirt.” Justin nodded obediently and grabbed a plain tee shirt. Lance swiped it from him and shredded the bottom. “What the hell?” Justin cried. “I think you have a nice stomach,” Lance shrugged, slicing it‘s length in half. “You should show it off is all.” ***************** When Chris banged on the door half an hour later, Lance stood ready. A collar was fastened around Justin’s neck, a leash tucked safely in his pocket for later. He’d adorned Justin’s nails with electric blue polish, and carefully painted his eyes with black kohl and mascara to darken his pale lashes. It had been a struggle to decorate Justin, because Justin kept rocking forward, and muttering things under his breath. Sexy sounds that created drawn out pauses in Lance’s application. But the result had been amazing. Justin fit right in. Down the shirt that exposed a patch of hard flesh. “You should pierce your belly button,” Lance sighed, scraping his nails over the skin. “That’s for girls,” Justin said, but when he saw the residue of pure lust radiating from Lance’s pale eyes, he considered doing it. He shuddered under Lance’s touch, drinking in the way Lance’s pants dipped over his ass tightly. And the button down black shirt that waved against his body like liquid. As Chris entered, Justin’s entire being was on alert, his pulse roaring and his body slightly tingly beneath the outfit he’d been directed to wear. Nothing prepared him to see Chris sweep into the suite. Long black coat washing in after him. Thick dark glasses hiding his eyes. Beneath the shimmery silver shirt, Justin could make out the nipple ring. And he thought he was dead, fallen off the earth into some other world where these men turned into walking sex at night then back to his buddies during the day. Only now it was morphing together. Combining the illicit evils of night with the playful normality of day. “You leashed him,” Chris said, stepping behind Lance. His hands ran over Lance’s chest while his eyes pinned Justin. “Nice.” Lance squirmed under Chris’ touch and licked his lips. “He’s ready,” he whispered, dropping his head back onto Chris’ shoulder, exposing his neck for the warm lick that sailed up the side. Chris’ lick. His signal. Trademark. “Lets go then,” he said, backing away from Lance. “Quietly.” [ onward ]  [ menu ]