Pairing:
Lambs
Rating:
NC-17
Dedication: To Jess, thanks
for all the eye-opening Uncle JuJu experiences.
I still like my Bassez, I’m just on a Lance kick and Justin happens to
be shoving his crotch in my face. So,
this is the result of it, some yummy, kinky JuJu-Poofu love, lol.
Love you girl *hugs* and daddy’s in Key West, so Uncle Lance will stay
with me for a few more days. Give
Josh and Jupe a hug for me. And
I’m feeling inspired so Slyvester might be chasing after Tweety later on in
the week. Hehe.
Lance
shut the mini refrigerator and leaned against it with a loud sigh.
He couldn’t take eating out again, the strange food was starting to get
to him, but he couldn’t stay in either because a home cooked meal made by
himself was not the same as his mother’s.
Plus the grocery stores were different here…everything was different
here.
His
t-shirt clung to his body more tightly than he wanted.
He’d gained some muscle going through all the training over the past
few months and clothes were getting tighter in certain places and loosening in
others.
He
wanted this dream bad, he wanted to literally reach the star he’d been wishing
on so long, but right now, all he wanted was something from home.
He pinched his nose between his eyes and decided to brave another home
cooked meal – which in his book was, again, French Toast.
What
was the worst part about being here? Being
so damned far from everyone else. He
couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten a real hug, the last time he’d
slept in his own big fluffy bed or even had a chance to be intimate with
someone. Affection was something he
was completely starved of at this point, whether it be sexual or platonic, it
just wasn’t in this dark, lonely city.
He
pulled some bread out of the baggy and then soaked the pan in butter.
“Gosh,
I can’t cook for shit,” he muttered as his cell phone rang.
Yeah
that was another thing, did people realize what he had to go through to find a
decent calling plan on his cell phone? And
the caller ID never worked from this far away.
“Hell-o?”
he greeted.
“Hey
Bass, what’s going on,” the familiar voice replied on the other end of the
line.
“Nothing
Jupe, what’s up?”
“Why
is it so cold in Russia in the middle of summer time?
I thought it would be a freaking toaster oven,” he laughed.
“What
are you talking about?” Lance shook his head in confusion.
“Open
your door,” Justin simply replied.
“What?”
“I
said, open the damn door, it’s cold as a mother out here,” he laughed.
Lance
nearly dropped the thing of eggs he was holding as he walked quickly to the door
and opened in.
Sure
enough there was Justin’s deep blue eyes staring back at him.
“Shit
Bass, this place blows, how can you live here,” he shut his cell phone and
stared at Lance.
Lance
looked at him speechless, “what-what are you doing here?”
“Well
it’s not just me, I just got the earliest flight out.
We’re all coming from different points on the globe, but I’m first.
Chris should be in tomorrow afternoon with Joey and I think JC should be
in tomorrow night. Shit, it’s
cold, let me in,” he snorted and took Lance into a hug.
“You-you
guys are coming to visit me? Oh my
gosh…” he was completely shocked.
“Yeah,
we know you have to work and stuff, but we figured we could site-see and spend
as much time with you as possible. It
sucks being separated,” Justin looked around the quaint and small house.
Lance
grabbed him into a hug again, “you don’t know how happy I am to see you.
I can’t even cook on my own,” he laughed.
“Poor
Fishy, I’ve always been the cook of the group, though Joey does make some
killer pasta,” he set down his stuff. “Anyways,
I know you weren’t expecting us, so I got a room at some funky looking hotel
down the road, I won’t keep you for long…”
“NO!
Justin, are you kidding, stay, stay the night, please.
I don’t have to be into work tomorrow until like ten, so please
stay,” Lance jumped.
Justin
couldn’t help but smile stupid at Lance, he was obviously feeling really
lonely.
“Sure,
no problem, need some help in the kitchen?” he asked, looking towards where he
could smell smoke.
“Oh
shit, yeah,” Lance laughed as he led Justin into the kitchen.
A
few hours later, dishes scattered all over the table and empty beer bottles
lined up on the floor, the two sat chatting idly about what had been going on
back home while Lance was here in, as Chris called it, “butt-fuck nowhere.”
“You
seemed really sad when I talked to you last week, Joey agreed, so we decided to
do this. Is everything okay
Lance?” Justin asked.
“Everything’s
going great, I mean, I’m about ready to go into space, you know, it’s just,
I’m really, really lonely. I’ve
been surrounded by people damn near every day of my life and now I’ve had so
much time alone, I think I’m going crazy,” he replied.
“It’s
okay, we’re here for a few days to keep you company,” Justin’s hand fell
on Lance’s leg lightly, causing Lance to nearly jump out of his skin.
He wasn’t use to affectionate touches…it’d been months.
“Well,
I’d better get to bed, let me go make up the guest room for you,” Lance got
up and headed down the hall, Justin following him.
A
few minutes later the bed was made up and Justin came out of the bathroom,
changed into his nightclothes – a white wife beater than hugged at his muscles
tightly and a pair of white CK boxer-briefs.
Lance’s
eyes fell over him and lingered on his pecs for a few seconds before he turned
to leave.
“I’m
going to go get you some towels and change, I’ll be right back.”
Justin nodded and dug through his suitcase for some stuff.
When
Lance returned, he was wearing a black tank top similar to Justin’s and an old
pair of sweatpants.
“Wow
Lance, who the hell got you all buffed out,” Justin took the pile of towels
from Lance.
“What
are you talking about?” Lance laughed.
“Look
at your arms and your chest, getting pretty cut there Bass, all the girls are
gonna run after you now.”
“Shut
up Timberlake,” he flushed a bit red.
“Anyways,
good night,” Lance smiled at him once.
”Night,” and with that Lance shut the door and walked down the small hall to
his own room.
About
a half hour Lance was still laying there wide-awake.
There was a certain problem growing down yonder and it was irritating
him. He kept asking himself
questions and then answering them. Why
am I horny? Cause it’s been months since I’ve had sex and I’m 23
years old. Why can’t I sleep?
Because I’m turned on. Why
was I staring at Justin?
That question he couldn’t answer.
He
turned over on his side and slid his hand down his sweat pants.
His hand made contact with the silky hard mass and he instantly jumped a
bit. It’d been so long since
he’d touched himself or anyone else had touched him.
He
suddenly heard a click behind him, then the bed dipped and there was a pair of
warm arms around him.
“Need
help?” he heard the voice in his ear.
His
whole body began to shake a bit.
Lance
nervously reached behind him and grabbed Justin’s hand, then slid it down his
pants until Justin grabbed a hold of the straining mass.
Lance’s
eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a soft grunt.
Justin’s
leg slid over Lance’s, his free hand slithering under his body and pulling him
into his arms.
“It’s
been a while, huh?” he asked Lance.
Lance
just nodded as Justin began to slide his hand up and down the shaft.
“It’s
been a while since I felt anything emotionally or physically…” Lance quietly
replied.
“Let
me show you how to feel,” Justin whispered.
Lance
obliged and closed his eyes as Justin released him and turned him over on his
back. Minutes later both of them
were unclothed and Justin’s lips were trailing down Lance’s chest.
His tongue made swirls over Lance’s defined body, while his hands
caressed every place he wasn’t licking.
Lance’s
hips jerked upwards, causing Justin to look up at him with a sly smile.
“Feel
good?” Justin asked wryly.
“Gosshhh…”
was all Lance could manage as Justin continued covering him in passionate kisses
and soothing hand movements.
Justin’s
body was now covering Lance’s in a rhythmic motion as they kissed deeply.
Justin’s tongue flickered over Lance’s and then he sucked on his
lower lip carefully.
“Just-iiinnnn…”
Lance whined.
“What’s
wrong, what do you want?” Justin looked down at him wickedly.
“I
want to feel you,” Lance’s green eyes shot open and locked onto Justin’s.
“Are
you sure you want this?” Justin asked him.
“Justin,
it’s been so long…”
Justin
loved the whining in his voice, he also loved at how much Lance was turned on
and that was mostly because of him. He
loved the pleading and begging as his body shifted under his.
“I
can take care of you, if you want me to…” Justin proposed.
“Please,”
Lance shortly replied.
Justin
smiled and slid down Lance’s body, his mouth taking in Lance’s hard mass.
He moved his head up and down the shaft, and watched Lance’s body jerk
up and down.
He
sat up and looked at Lance, “I’m going to please you over and over…”
Lance
just looked down at him as he slid him inside of his mouth once again.
It
only took a few times of moving up and down when Lance let out a loud moan and
exploded in Justin’s mouth.
Justin
sucked and licked every bit of Lance for the next few minutes as he watched the
older man squirm under him.
“Gosh
Justin, if you only knew how long it’s been since I’ve done that,” Lance
replied.
“Well,
I can see you’re not done,” Justin’s hand grabbed hold of Lance, who was
hardening once again, “so I’m going to feel every part of you and let you
feel every part of me…”
Justin
scooted upwards on the bed so he was springing free in front of Lance’s face.
Lance
quickly took Justin into his mouth and made sure he lubricated him as much as
possible with his saliva.
A
few minutes later Justin slid down Lance’s body and pulled his legs upwards.
“I
bet they don’t teach you this at space camp, Bass,” he laughed.
“I
wish they would,” Lance joked back, but suddenly Justin entered inside of him,
causing his throat to cut off any air that had been passing through it.
Lance
let out a loud grunt, his fingers digging into the bed.
“Justin,”
he breathlessly replied.
“It
has been a while, wow…” Justin commented as he felt the tight and warm body
surrounding him.
“You
feel so good…” Lance’s body was beginning to tremble as Justin’s hand
slid over his length.
Justin
spent the next twenty minutes pleasing Lance in every way possible.
Every time Lance almost lost control, Justin would stop moving inside of
him and stop his hand movements over him. He’d
watch Lance squirm below him and call his name over and over not to stop before
he started back up again. When
Justin came close to his own orgasm he began working over Lance quickly.
Lance’s
whole body was shaking uncontrollably now as Justin climaxed.
“Are
you going to come baby?” Justin stared down at Lance who couldn’t even
manage to form any words whatsoever.
Seconds
later Lance did, liquid exploding all over Justin and himself.
Justin
pulled out just as his own orgasm hit, the warm fluid spilling all down
Lance’s body.
Lance
let out a grunt as Justin finished and lay down next to him.
A
few minutes later Justin pulled Lance into him.
“Justin
it’s been so long since I’ve felt anything…that was amazing…” Lance
breathed heavily.
“It’s
been a long time since I’ve had a chance to feel you, Lance,” Justin
replied.
Lance
looked up at him carefully.
“What
are you saying?” Lance asked.
“I’m
saying that there is no Joey, no JC and no Chris coming here.
I came here because I wanted to try this again.
Try us again. I miss feeling
you in my arms every night and kissing you goodbye in the morning.
I came here to tell you how much I love you,” Justin confessed.
Lance
stared at him speechless.
“But
what about me being here?” Lance asked.
“I
don’t care, I’ll stay as long as they’ll let me…as long as you’ll let
me.”
Lance
leaned up and looked at him, a smile crossing his face.
“I’d
like that JuJu,” he kissed him briefly.
“Good,”
Justin smiled back.
“Ju?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank
you, I love you too.”
”Good night Lance.”
“Good
night and oh yeah Justin?”
“Yeah?”
“Will
you cook me French toast in the morning?”
Justin
laughed.
“Of
course Lance, good night.”
“Night.”