Five

“God, get some coffee, will ya?” Justin pushed me playfully as I yawned again.  He and I were at the studio by ourselves working on vocal techniques we had recently been trained to use.  The song we were working on today consisted of mostly he and I singing together.  Usually in a song it went him, me, him, me, etc., but we were advised to vocally collaborate together because it was something ‘different.’  So, here we were, an hour before everyone else so we could practice our a.e.i.o.u’s together.

“I’m sorry, I was up late,” I yawned again as I practiced my breathing.  Lance I had dinner and then just stayed up talking until after three.  We talked about his experiences with guys and how he’s not ready to get married.  We talked about me and how I’d kissed a few guys and done some freaky dancing in clubs, but that was nothing like the attraction I had for him.  We talked for hours, both of us grinning stupidly at each other and making physical contact with our hands touching a leg or a shoulder here or there.  We didn’t talk too much about what all this meant for the both of us, but I don’t think either of us quite understood what we’re doing or feeling at this point.

“So you talked to her last night, huh?”  Justin looked at me with a cheesy grin.

“Yeah, I said how I feel,” I smiled.

His face lit up.

“She knows?  And?  How does she feel about you?”

“Well, we both more or less admitted that there is an attraction – maybe more – and we’re not sure what to do.  I mean, we kissed and neither of us pulled away…so…”

Justin jumped on me, “ah, that’s great C!”

I laughed loudly and pried him off of me.

“Ju, are you forgetting about the whole engagement thing?” I asked.

“Well, she’s obviously not ready for marriage if she has feelings for another man,” he pointed.

Yeah, if he only knew…

“One step at a time JC, it’ll work out,” he patted my back.

“I hope Jup, I hope.”

Later That Day

Lance and I hadn’t said much to each other all morning long.  Just little looks and smiles.  It was odd how yesterday we were just two members of a huge pop band and today we shared this little ‘secret’ between us that changed 6 years of friendship just like that.

Then again watching him walk around the studio and feeling his gaze on me when I sang just made my heart hurt because I couldn’t be close to him.  I fantasized all day about just holding him in my arms.

“JC!  Are you still on Earth man?” Chris looked at me.

“Huh, what?”

“I said the pizza’s here, do you want some dork?” Chris snorted and walked towards the kitchen.

“Uh, yeah, I’m gonna go to the bathroom first,” I turned around in my dazed state and headed there.

The bathroom was a unisex, so there were actual stalls with doors.  I walked inside of one and turned to lock it when I heard someone else enter.  I saw feet and then a door shut next to me.

I unzipped my jeans when I suddenly saw a pair of bright green eyes looking up at me from under the stall.

“Lance, what are you doing?” I whispered with a laugh.

He crawled under and in my stall, colliding his body with mine against the wall.

“I was hoping to catch you with these,” he looked at my jeans, “down,” his finger found my undone zipper and he reached just inside of it enough for the top of his finger to touch the tip of ME through my boxers.

“Fuck,” I gasp as he pressed himself against me.

He smiled coyly – a hungry look in his eyes I’d never seen before in my life.

I leaned into his ear and sucked on the lobe softly before whispering, “you’re hard.”

His body shook with my words as I stuck the tips of my fingers in his belt loops and pulled him against me harder.

“God, I hate not being near you out there,” he whispered back as he put both his hands behind my neck and played with my small curls.

“Me too,” I suddenly flipped us around and pushed him against the wall.

“Damn Jayce,” his face was pained as he tried to kiss me.

“I think you have a bigger problem than wanting a kiss,” I thrusted my lower half into his.  It was that mere half inch taller I was than him came in handy.

“Jayce,” he gasped as I put myself under him a bit and thrusted upward in a repetitive motion.  His head fell back and hit the metal wall as I watched him lose control.

He suddenly reached up and wrapped his fingers through my hair yanking my head down.

“You think *I’M* hard,” he laughed as his hand fell between us and he touched me momentarily.

I moaned a bit as I pushed his hand away and put my hands on his hips.  I pinned them against the wall and thrusted into him a few more times.  His fingers pushed my head to his as he captured my lips with his.  I opened his mouth to slide my tongue in when he whispered inside of my mouth “Jaaayycee…” and suddenly his body rocked against mine, tightening and shaking.  I could feel the warmth through his jeans and my boxers.  His tongue then slid into my mouth as he put his hand between my jeans and boxers.

“My, my, Josh,” he smirked as his hand found my quite straining length.  His lips then found my ear as he moved his hand up and down, “nice, very nice.”

I flushed red for a second, but then forgot about the comment when an orgasm rocked my body.

“Fuck,” I bit my lip as I shook head to toe, his lips kissing mine over and over until the trembling stopped.

“God damn,” I moaned as we kissed.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a laugh.

“I’d have to say that I have NEVER seen you that aggressive in my life.  I felt like there was someone else possessing you,” I chuckled.

He smiled back at me a little embarrassed.

“HEY, ARE YOU GUYS IN HERE?” Joey suddenly yelled.

“Shit,” we said in unison as Lance went flying quickly under the wall and into his stall.

“Guys?” Joey began to look under the stalls for feet.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute Joe!” Lance called as he quickly unzipped his pants and cleaned up.  Seconds later he flushed, zipped up and walked out.

“And y’all say I’m bad,” Joey pointed as Lance led him out of the bathroom.

I sighed with relief and leaned up against the wall.

Holy shit – did all that just happen?
I smiled as I remembered how intense my orgasm was with his hand on me.  I’d never felt anything like it in my life.

I smiled stupidly.

It was going to be a long afternoon…

Later That Night

“Come on, it’s fun, pretend you like it,” Joey flicked on the sound system, Brianna in his lap.

“Joe, I mean, really…movie night?” Justin groaned.

“What better do you have to do Ju?” Joey asked as the movie started.

“Britney,” Chris replied and threw popcorn at Justin.

“Shut it Kirkpatrick,” he glared.

Lance and I sat contently next to each other.  Guess we lucked out that each sette consisted of only two seats and we walked in last.  Though there was one more set of seats, but I didn’t think anyone was paying much attention and I was happy next to him, so I wasn’t moving.

“Gonna grab blankets for Bri, I know she’ll pass out in a few minutes, anyone else want one?” Joey asked.

“I do,” Lance and I replied at the same time and looked at each other guiltily.

Joey’s brow furrowed before he shrugged and went to the linen closet to get blankets.

Lance and I both reclined our seats and leaned back to watch the movie.

“I coulda been spiderman,” Chris commented as Joey threw one big blanket at us.

“Sorry Chris, but I don’t really want to see you in spandex,” Lance replied, Chris chomping on popcorn.

“Okay, POOFU,” he laughed.

Lance stuck his tongue out at him.

Half Hour Later

I had my hands behind my head with the blanket over my lap as my blue eyes focused on the large screen in front of me.

My legs were folded Indian style, my ankles tucked underneath me perfectly.

I felt his hand sliding around under the blanket, reaching my knee and then slightly squeezing my inner thigh.  I looked over at him and he looked back at me – a gleam in his depths of green as I smiled.

I felt like a damned teenager – this is the kind of crap you did in high school when you parents were around.

His fingers kneaded my inner thigh softly – just enough to send goosebumps across my skin.

I gulped, suddenly finding it hard to concentrate on the movie.

I reached down below the blanket and knocked his hand away and then turned on my side, burying myself further into the blanket.

I pushed on his hips a bit, getting him to turn on his side too.

Once his back was to me, I slid my hand over his waist, my fingers making their way up his just a bit.

I propped my head up with my arm and looked down at him as my fingers made contact with his bare skin.  He nearly jumped a mile at my touch, his eyes fluttering shut.

My fingers danced circles around the small area of exposed skin before I put my hand back on top of his jeans and down around his ass.

He gasped a bit, the THX surround sound drowning him out.  My hand playfully rubbed his thigh and all around his ass, and I could tell he was getting quite aroused by it because his leg kept shaking.  I laughed to myself, how cute was that?

He reached behind himself  and grabbed my hand with his as he turned onto his back.  He then placed my hand between his legs, his hardness completely obvious through his jeans.  He made me grab him a bit and then whispered: “see what you do to me?”

I just smirked and then he added “I’m never this damned horny.”

The evil grin on my face told him how much I loved it.  Something told me that Lance hadn’t really experienced intense sexual contact with someone on an emotional and physical level.  That level where you feel like you’re going to die if you’re not touched and your whole body is on fire.  Something also told me that I, of all people, was doing that to him now.

“Gosh, I want you so bad,” he whispered lower.

Sex.  That was something I hadn’t really thought about.  I mean, okay, I did, but that was in my fantasies…this…this was reality.

Using three fingers in on swift movement I had unbuttoned his jeans.  My pointer finger ran just slightly underneath the elastic of his boxers and across his lower stomach.

What startled me about all of this sexual contact with Lance was that it was all so natural.  I mean I’ve had my share of sex on the first date, but most of the time it took me a long time to even take off a girl’s shirt.  I considered myself a gentleman and someone who wanted to savor moments like that and make it special.  Now, within 24 hours of Lance and I discovering our feelings for one another, I damn near had my hand down the front of his pants.  I suppose because we’ve changed and showered in front of each other so many times it just doesn’t matter anymore.  He turns me on like I’ve never felt in my life and I mean, I love him as my friend and now…well I’m falling romantically too.

His hips pushed up into my hand a little and I looked back at him with a serious gaze.

“Lance are you sure?” I whispered.

He looked at me and hesitated responding.

“’Cause I can stop,” I furthered.

“I want you to touch me so bad Jayce, but I dunno, maybe we’re going too fast?” I smiled at him.  “And we’ll, there’s…HER,” he added.

I pulled my finger back and rest my hand lazily on the mass that was obvious through his jeans.

“It’s okay, we’ll stop,” I whispered.

He looked down and then up at me.

“I’ve got a problem though,” he laughed.

“I can fix that,” I replied.

I felt around under the blanket until I found his left hand – the one furthest from me.

“What are you doing?” he quietly asked.

“Just go along, you’ll like it, I promise,” I smiled.

He nodded as I placed his left hand inside his pants and pushed it down until he was touching himself.

“You want me to…here?” he replied.

Before he could answer I had his right hand in my hand and placed it on top of my jeans.  Then I slid my own hand down my own pants and began moving up and down on myself.  His right hand grabbed mine through the material, his body immediately aroused by the feeling of me getting myself off.  He watched my eyes glass over and began to move his left hand over himself at a quicker pace.

Suddenly he stopped, grabbed my free hand and put it on top of his jeans.  He jerked upwards into it and then I felt warm moisture surround him.

God that was so fucking hot.

“JC…” he whispered.

I grabbed his right hand that was on my jeans and slid it down between my boxers and my jeans.

“Please, La,” I begged and removed my hand. 
He quickly took over and within in seconds I released.  A small squeal came from my mouth causing Chris to look back at me.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my body twitching, a wave of amazing pleasure tingling through me.

“You okay C?” Chris asked, Lance staring blankly at the television.

“Yeah, uh, I think I have a Charlie horse in my leg, I’ll be right back,” I removed Lance’s hand and squeezed it slightly before I got up.

“Soda anyone?” Lance asked as I left the room.

He got a few yes’s and followed me out.

The wind was knocked out of me once I turned the corner, I was once again, up against the wall.

“You’re naughty Chasez,” he whispered and kissed me quickly, “very naughty,” and continued down the hall.

I smiled brightly.

See *I* knew that already, what I didn’t know was Lance was just as bad as me.

Six