Date: Thu, 1 Jul 1999 09:06:03 EDT
From: lictor (at) aol (dot) com
Subject: NSYNC-Lance 'n' JC -PART 3-

`N SYNC JC 'N' LANCE
PART 3

Note: this is a work of fiction. It is not meant to imply anything about the
orientation, beliefs or anything else about the real members of `N Sync or
anyone else.

A couple of editorial notes: Justin's infamous 'blond ebonics' (aka
'crunklish') are toned down for readability. Also, the approximate time
setting for this first part of story is very early 1999. They are in Hawaii to
film a new, big-budget extended version of the video as a bonus to include
with an upcoming live video (among other things), hence JC's earlier
references to the 'N the Mix video.

I love to hear from you (especially if you like it). Constructive comments
welcome, flames ignored. lictor (at) aol (dot) com.


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Back on the boat

	Justin's usual cool facade was in shreds. He just curled up in the
corner of the small cabin, his body wracked with quiet sobs.
	Joey stared into space, his hands clenched together, immobile. He
didn't know what else to do, so he just prayed over and over.
	Chris put his head in his hands and fought the silent tears. Justin's
growing hysteria was only increasing his own fears. Could JC and Lance
really be... dead? His mind conjured pictures of finding his two friends'
bodies floating in the water... no! It was impossible.
	Terry and the other guys just sat in silence as the boat rose and fell
sickeningly and the storm raged outside.
	Then Alex came in and they all leapt to their feet. "The storm is
settling down somewhat, and the Coast Guard is sending a cutter to tow us
in. The weather is still too rough for helicopters, and the low visibility
would make a search impossible anyway. They'll start a full-scale search in
the morning. We just have to pray that Lance and JC made it to shore or
can somehow stay afloat until then.
	Justin snapped. "This can't be happening!" He screamed. "This can't
be happening!!!! Gawd, Lance and JC are out there alone! I shoulda gone in
after em! Damn! We left 'em behind!" He wailed.
	Joey took the youngest member of the group into his arms and
hugged him while Chris patted him on the back.
	"There's nothing you or any of us could have done." Joey soothed,
holding Justin while the boy sobbed violently into his shoulder. "We just
gotta pray that they are okay. They'll be looking out for each other, man.
You know how JC protects Lance, and he's a great swimmer. They're
probably sittin' on the beach right now bitching about their hair and
cursing us for taking so long to come and get them!"
	Justin's crying subsided and he even laughed nervously at Joey's
weak attempt at humor. "Yah, you're right. Lance is prol'y whinin' about
sand in his pants." He sniffled.
	"Don't worry," Alex added. "We won't spare any expense to find
them. They're critical to the group's future."
	There was a moment of shocked silence before Justin flew at the man
in a blind rage -- Joey and Chris needed all their strength to control him.
"How can you say that!" Justin screamed. "You greedy bastard!" He kept
struggling, his face contorted in rage and pain. "I don't give a damn about
the group or the money! I just want JC and Lance safe!"
	The manager backed away eyeing them warily.
	"Justy, please man, we all want them back." Joey tried to gently
restrain him from doing anything stupid. "I'm sure Alex didn't mean it that
way, did you?" He glared at the cowering man.
	"No, no of course not!" he said, not all that convincingly.
	Justin settled down again and stalked off to a corner.
Terry brought him a glass of water and sat next to him. "Here, man. I'm
really sorry about that."
	"Thanks." Justin glanced up at him with a humorless smile. "'It's not
your fault he's an asshole."

	---
	
	Lance woke again in the night, but this time JC's arm was around
him, and he could feel the other boy's chest against his back. JC's presence
was so reassuring; Lance felt a closeness like he never had with anyone.
'This is like some kind of strange dream,' he thought. 'My life has
completely changed in just a few hours. Or has it? What will happen when
we get back with the other guys? Will we keep this a secret?' Then Lance
had a terrible thought: 'What if JC changes when we get back, and he acts
like all this never happened? What if he turns his back on me?' Lance felt
himself choking up. 'He wouldn't do that...' But then Lance began to
examine his own feelings, and wondered how he would behave once they
were back with Justin, Joey and Chris, not to mention their parents. 'My
mother will never accept this; she won't understand that this is the way I
am. I love JC, I've loved him for years; how can it be wrong?' He squeezed
his eyes shut and fought back tears.
	Just then he felt JC's arm tighten around him, pulling him a little
closer. Those sensuous lips grazed Lance's neck. "You alright, Scoop?" He
murmured sleepily. "Warm enough? You're shivering."
	Lance smiled through his tears. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just don't let go."
	"I'll never let you go... as long as you want me." JC added tentatively.
	Lance twisted around, angry at himself for not being more sensitive,
more demonstrative. He looked into JC's hopeful eyes, then tenderly
caressed his cheek. "I can't imagine a day without you. The last four years
you have been so wonderful, and now....  I know it won't be easy for us,
but I'm willing to do anything, you're everything to me."
	JC closed his eyes for a moment, reveling in Lance's touch. Then he
met Lance's tender gaze and smiled. "You are so special. No one could ask
for a better friend... or lover. Now go back to sleep babe, I know you're
tired. I'll keep you warm."

---

	JC's mind reluctantly meandered from the realm of sleep to the
waking world. The first thing he perceived was Lance's body nestled
against his, the blonde's back against his chest, JC's arm was wrapped
around him. The sun was up but they were still shaded in their little sandy
cul-de-sac. It looked like it must be midday. Had they slept that late?
	The next things that his mind processed were the crashing waves
and the cool breeze on his own skin. It was a bit chilly in the shade to be
naked, but he was warm enough, holding his lover close.
	He splayed his fingers over Lance's smooth pecs, felt his heart's slow,
even beating. He found himself looking at the fine pale skin of the nape of
Lance's neck. 'Every inch of him is so beautiful.' He found himself thinking.
'Man that's corny. I MUST be in love!' JC tenderly kissed his neck, while his
mind replayed the things about Lance he loved the most -- some of which
Lance would not consider to be his own best qualities. Lance was easily the
worst dancer of the bunch of them, tripping over his own size 11 feet,
while Justin on the other hand seemed to pick up moves like he was born
with them. But Lance worked so hard, practicing with a dogged
determination. He still messed up sometimes, but he was so apologetic, and
tried so hard, no one could really blame him. And it's not like the rest of
them didn't have their little faults.
	Lance was always so polite, so careful not to offend; he really was a
little gentleman. He respected everyone, something they all struggled with
as their fame grew. It would be easy to let yourself get a big head, turn to
a pompous asshole. Sometimes JC worried about Justin and whether he was
mature enough to handle the overwhelming seduction of celebrity. So far,
the kid had done okay though. Keeping in close touch with their parents
seemed to help keep them level-headed.
	But what would happen when they went back? This little 'vacation'
was bound to end soon, and they would have to face their friends, their
families, the fans. What would Chris say? And Joey, and Justin? He was
encouraged that none of them ever made derogatory gay jokes, though
everybody teased Lance now and then about how pretty he was and how
he seemed to have a big following of gay guys. Typical of Lance, he took it
with a shrug and a smile, and a comment along the lines of 'they're all our
fans!'
	And what about their families? JC had a feeling that his father would
not be all that surprised. What would Heather and Tyler think? Should
they even be told that their big brother was gay? JC worried even more
about Lance's parents. They were so religious, Southern Baptists. They
would probably not be very accepting of Lance's homosexuality, thinking it
was just a phase, or -- God forbid -- that JC had somehow seduced him into
it.
	JC sighed and protectively pulled Lance a little closer. Lance made a
little moaning sound and pushed back with his hips, his butt coming up
against JC's crotch. He felt himself getting hard again.

	Then he heard it -- a different sound. It must have been what had
awakened him in the first place. Suddenly he felt very exposed and
vulnerable out there on the beach, buck naked in broad daylight. Then he
heard it again.
	"Laaaaaaance!!! Jayyy-Ceeee!!!!"
  	He knew that voice; it was Justin. He sounded hoarse from yelling --
and very nearby.

	"Lance! Get up!" JC whispered insistently, gently shaking his friend's
bare shoulder.
	"Huh?" Lance squinted at the bright daylight.
Then Justin called out again and he heard it too. Lance sat up and spun
around to face JC, his green eyes as big as saucers.
"You don't look too happy to be rescued!" JC smirked as he climbed to his
feet then helped Lance up.
	"We have to get dressed!" Lance hissed. They frantically pulled on
their underwear, and were about to head down towards the surf when
Lance grabbed JC and pulled him close. He looked into the surprised older
boy's eyes for a moment and whispered "I love you." Then gave him a
quick, wet kiss and turned to the sound of Justin's voice. "Let's go!"
	JC blinked and smiled at Lance's back. "Thank you." He breathed.
	
	Around the rocks trudged Justin and a woman in a coast guard
uniform. Justin looked exhausted.
	Lance trotted towards them, waving and calling out, "Hey man, it's
about time!"
	JC walked along after Lance. As happy as he was to see Justin, he felt
an ache deep inside knowing that everything was about to become very
complicated.
	Justin froze for a second, then came stumbling towards them. He
threw his arms around Lance, then dragged him along to JC so he could hug
both at once.
	"Oh thank Gawd you are okay!" Justin shouted, his eyes filling with
tears, "I was afraid we'd never see ya' again! Are you guys all right? Wha'
happened? Da' boat died, we couldn't help you..." he started to choke up,
then recovered. "We've been searching everywhere along this coast -- you
didn't see da' boats or hear da' bullhorns!?! What have you been doing all
dis time!?"
	Lance and JC both started getting teary-eyed from Justin's warm
welcome.

	Meanwhile the woman was talking on her radio as she walked up,
then extended her hand. "Captain Elaine Martell of the Hawaii Coast Guard.
I'm very happy to see you too, though not as happy as your friend here I
guess." She smiled and nodded towards Justin, who was now wiping his
eyes and trying to recover his cool. "We'll have a boat here in just a minute
to take you back. Are you both alright, no injuries?" She slid a backpack off
her shoulder and started removing some equipment.
	"We're both fine, just a little hungry and thirsty," Lance smiled.
	Justin got between them and threw his arms over their shoulders.
"My bros are okay! Everytin's coo' now!" He pulled them closer in a quick
hug. Lance was starting to feel really self-conscious, considering he was
standing there in his underwear. "Hey, the rest of our clothes are probably
dry, let's go put them on." He said pointedly to JC.
	"Yah you guyz are a but underdressed fo' rescue!" Justin seemed to
notice for the first time. "What's dat all about?"
	"Our clothes were wet, duh!" Lance mocked him gently.
	"Dat's coo'." Justin cracked his gum. "Scoop yo' better not wear those
skivvies in public, you'll get a REAL reputation!" He winked.
	"Justin," Elaine asked indulgently, "Want to give your friends some of
that water you've been hauling around all day?"
	"Oh, yah!" He dropped his pack and handed out bottles of water to
the thankful guys.
	"Just sip it first." Elaine admonished them.

	They got dressed, then Justin pestered them for details of what happened while Elaine gave then a quick check for concussion or other
injuries. He looked skeptical when JC told him about the dolphin.
	"Actually, that's not unprecedented." Elaine smiled. There have been
quite a few reports of dolphins helping people, even protecting them from
sharks."
	"So where are Joey and Chris?" Lance asked.
	They're with other searchers, but now we're all meeting back at the
Guard Headquarters, right?" Justin looked at Elaine.
	"Yes, and I was told they were both VERY relieved to hear that you
boys are all right."
A sleek Coast Guard launch showed up a few minutes later and before they
knew it they were at the station, where their fellows were waiting. There
were tearful embraces all around, though Lance couldn't help wondering to
himself what they would think if they knew his and JC's secret. Chris was
slapping them on the back and making jokes about their island adventure
and Justin kept hopping up and down like a hyperactive child.
	Though Joey was the quietest during the reunion, Lance and JC could
both tell he was moved emotionally. He kept smiling and wiping his eyes.
Finally, though he said, "I know you guys just want to hang out here in
your grungy clothes, but we have a car out front ready to take you back to
the hotel."
	"Oh, man -- a hot shower!" Lance smiled. "Lead on!"
	They all thanked the Coast Guard staff profusely for their help, and
then climbed into the jeep Joey had rented. Lance, JC and Justin squeezed
in the back, Joey took the wheel.
Chris spun around in his seat. "Seat-belts everyone! I don't want anyone
flying out the back right after they got rescued!"
	A scramble for belts ensued, which quickly deteriorated into a
giggling tangle of limbs as they reached around and over each other.
	"Don't make me come back there!" Chris warned in mock parental
anger.
	"Mommy! Lance is poking me!" JC whined.
	Lance looked at him in shock for an instant, then they burst out
laughing. Justin started tickling Lance and things got out of control again.
	Joey looked over at Chris. "Well, I guess nothing has changed."
	Chris sighed and shook his head. "Nope, still a bunch of children."
	Finally everyone got settled and they were on their way.
Lance closed his eyes, enjoying he feel of the wind on his face. On his right
side was Justin with his arm around his shoulders, on the other was JC. Up
front Chris and Joey were chatting away as usual. Lance felt JC touch his
left hand, hidden under a fold of his loose pants. Then their fingers
interlaced and JC squeezed his hand gently. He thought to himself: 'I have
three of the best friends anyone could ask for, and I'm in love with an
incredible guy. I am the luckiest man on earth.'

	The ride back up to their sprawling resort hotel was otherwise
uneventful. Using a side entrance they made their way to their rooms.
	Joey produced duplicate keys for Lance and JC as they got out of the
elevator, obviously proud of himself for thinking of it.
	"So are you guys up for food in like an hour?" Chris asked.
	They all agreed and headed for their rooms.
	Once in his room, JC wasted no time. As soon as the water was hot he
was in the shower. He furiously shampooed the sand and salt out of his
hair, soaped and rinsed himself. He stood under the warm spray for a few
more minutes, his mind in a fog. Finally, he got out and dried himself. He
pulled on one of the big fluffy hotel robes and padded into the bedroom.
JC stood in the center of the room for a long, silent moment. He felt a little
dizzy and disoriented, as if he was floating a few inches above the floor.
'God it feels strange to be alone,' he thought. 'I wish Lance was here, but I
guess I'm just being foolish.'
	Then he heard a very soft knocking at the door. In a flash he was
there and yanked it open, not even bothering to look in the spy-hole.
	There was Lance, all dressed and clean, his hair its old spiky self. He
looked... like JC felt: hesitant, embarrassed, lonely. "I... I'm sorry but, I
couldn't..." He broke off, trying to smile as he looked down and shuffled his
feet.
	JC took him by the hand and led him in, letting the door close. "You
don't have to say anything, I felt the same." He wrapped his arms around
Lance's waist and pulled him close.
	Lance hugged him back, and put his head on JC's shoulder. "I missed
you."
	"Same here."
	"It's funny how everything can change in an instant."
	"Uh huh. And suddenly all those love song lyrics we sing aren't so
corny any more."
	"Mmm-mm."
	They started rocking back and forth together, almost slow-dancing.
JC sang very softly into Lance's ear...
	
	"Can this be true; tell me can this be real?
	How can I put into words what I feel
	My life was complete, I thought I was whole.
	Why do I feel like I'm losing control?
	I never thought that love could feel like this;
	Then you changed my world with just one kiss.
	How can it be that right here with me
	There's an angel... it's a miracle."

	Lance nuzzled JC's neck tenderly, then raised his head up. He was
crying again, but smiling. "I love you so much. I'm sorry, I feel like I need
to keep telling you."
	"I love you too baby." JC leaned down and kissed Lance while
caressing the back of his neck. They just stood together very lightly kissing
again and again, neither willing to stop...

	BANG BANG BANG!! "Hey JC! Are you ready to eat yet!!!??" Chris
screamed through the door.
	JC and Lance jumped apart and looked at each other sheepishly. "You
okay?" JC asked.
	Lance nodded, then grabbed a tissue to wipe his eyes.
	JC waited another few seconds then opened the door just as Chris
was about to knock again.
	"Hey man! What's goin' on? You're not even dressed yet! I tried
Lance's room but he didn't answer --" Then he saw Lance sitting on the
bed. "Hey there you are, Scoop!" What are you doin in JC's room? Aren't
you guys ready yet -- it's been like an hour!" He marched into the room.
	Sorry, we were just talkin." JC shrugged.
	Chris peered at Lance. "You okay, man?"
	Lance smiled weakly. "Yeah, I'll be okay, still a little shook up I
guess."
	Chris glanced at JC, then back at Lance. "Okay, I can understand that.
The other guys are waiting, but if you'd rather eat in the room and not
deal with people, that's cool. But we all just want to see you guys, y'know
-- if you're feelin' up to it."
	"Yeah, that sounds good. I don't think I'm ready for a crowd yet."
Lance said, looking over at JC for agreement.
	JC nodded. "Yeah, why don't you order stuff and we'll meet you in
your room in like a half hour?"
	"You got it." Chris went back to his room, where Justin and Joey were
watching TV.
	Joey looked up as he came in. "Where's the castaways?"
	"Not ready! We're gonna order room service and they'll come over in
a few minutes. Lance isn't ready to deal with crowds yet I guess. He still
seems kinda shook up."
	"I hear that!" Justin nodded, not taking his eyes off the TV screen.
"I'll have a steak and fries!"
	"Of course!" Chris rolled his eyes.

---

	Lance curled up against the headboard and stared out the window
while JC wandered around the room looking for something to wear.
	"You alright, babe?" JC asked, shyly turning away as he put on his
underwear. 'That's dumb,' he thought, 'not like Lance hasn't been up close
and personal with my private parts!'
	"Yeah." Lance said softly. "Just thinking."
	"About what?" JC pulled on a shirt and shorts, and sat on the bed
next to Lance to put on his shoes and socks.
	"You. Me. Us. What else?" He looked away from the window to face
his friend and smiled.
	"Nothing bad I hope?" He put his hand gently on Lance's leg.
	"No, just trying to get my bearings I guess."
	"I know what you mean, I think. Adjusting how we act around the
other guys?"
	"Yeah."
	"It'll be fine. You'll see. Now, c'mon Scoop, I'm starved."

---

	Dinner was just like nothing had changed: laughing and joking, Joey
stealing food from everybody else, Justin unable to sit still while talking.
Without needing to say anything, Lance and JC made a point of not sitting
too close to each other, and not to look at each other too much. Still, a
couple times Lance could have sworn that Joey glanced at him, then at JC,
then back again with an oddly knowing look on his face. Lance knew that
Joey was more insightful than he liked to let on, but even this surprised
him.
	They watched TV for awhile, but everybody was yawning. Pretty
soon Justin announced that he was 'tyred out' and going to bed. He hugged
Lance and JC goodnight with a shy smile to each and headed off. The rest
of them agreed that an early night was a good idea: they had lots to do
over the next few days to make up for lost time.
	Joey went to his room, and Lance and JC walked together to Lance's.
At the doorway, Lance furtively looked down the hall to make sure that
Joey was gone. "Wanna come in?" He asked shyly.
	They slipped inside the darkened room and immediately hugged
each other tight.
	"JC?"
	"Hmmm?"
	"Would youÉ stay with me?"
	"I was hoping you would ask."
	Without another word -- though with some giggling as they fumbled
in the dark -- they undressed and climbed into bed.
	"Ohhhhh," sighed Lance. "Clean sheets!"
	"Mmmm," mumbled JC, wrapping his arms around his lover, "Clean
Lance!" He kissed the blond on the neck and they settled against each
other. In moments they were asleep.

---

	JC hovered on the edge of sleep, enjoying a wonderful feeling that
flowed through his whole body, but centered on his cock. As the feeling
intensified he became fully conscious. It was early morning, the sun was
shiningÉ  and Lance was under the covers giving him a slow, sensual blow
job! He felt fingers tickling his balls as Lance sucked and licked on the
head.
	"Ohh, baby that's so nice. What a way to wake up."
	Lance popped his head out from under the covers. "I was hoping you
would think so!" He grinned. "How'm I doing?"
	"Great! Now get back to it!"
	"Yes sir!" Lance started to dive back underneath, but JC threw the
covers off.
	"We don't want you to suffocate!" He smiled.
	Lance crawled between his legs and went back to sucking, at the
same time stroking the shaft.
	JC caressed his shoulders and moaned encouragement as Lance
managed to take more and more of his hard cock into his throat. The
feeling was sensational, and JC wished it could last forever, but after a
while he could tell Lance was getting tired. "Here babe, my turn!" He gently
pulled his bewildered lover up by the armpits until they were facing, then
kissed him and ran his hands over his back.
	"I'm not done!" Lance pouted, even as he shivered with pleasure at
JC's caressing hands.
	"We can take turns." JC said, even as he continued kissing Lance's
face, then his neck, then down to his chest.
	"I like taking turns." Lance groaned, as JC's tongue swirled over his
erect nipple. He went back and forth over the blonde's smooth chest while
stroking his back and ass. Then, with some maneuvering, he got Lance to
straddle him just under his arms, so Lance's big cock was right over his
mouth.
	JC flicked his tongue out to just touch the underside of the glans and
smiled up at Lance, who whimpered appreciatively. A glittering drop of
precum oozed from the tip and he licked it off. Then he ran his hands up
and down Lance's flanks, and pulled him slightly forward so he could take
the cockhead into his mouth. 'God, Lance looks so gorgeous!' He thought,
looking up at his beautiful partner. He cupped the blonde's ass in his hands
and pulled him forward.
	It didn't take Lance long to catch onto this game. He rose up on his
knees and rocked his hips forward, slowly sending more of his cock into
JC's mouth. He grabbed onto the headboard for balance and let JC guide
him. It wasn't long before they had a rhythm and he was pumping more
than half of his cock in and out of JC's hot mouth. Couldn't believe how
sexy it was to look down and see JC sucking on him like this -- it just got
him even more worked up. His big balls were soon tightening in their sack,
and he started rocking faster. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
	JC's hands moved over his ass, then one slid in between his cheeks
and a finger touched his puckered hole.
	Lance let out a shuddering sigh from this new intense feeling, and a
moment later he was over the edge. "Ohhh!" He bellowed, as his pulsing
cock spewed its load. JC grabbed the shaft and milked it of every drop
before Lance settled back. "Whew! You are incredible!" He smiled
sheepishly, his big dick flopping across JC's ridged stomach.
	"Not as incredible as my Lansten." JC smiled as he caressed Lance's
heaving chest. His cock was still hard, now trapped under Lance's ass. He
rocked his hips up, causing some pleasurable friction.
	"I want to try something." Lance said quietly while he playfully
caressed one of JC's brown nipples.
	"And what would that be?" JC leaned back, folding his hands behind
his head.
	"I wantÉ I want you toÉ to fuck me." He looked up hesitantly from
under his long lashes.
	JC frowned. "Are you sure? I mean, I'm up for it if you are, but only
if you're ready."
	Lance's mouth tightened. "I want us to be one. I want to do it."
	"Okay!" The lanky youth smiled. "This is probably the best position to
try it, you can control how far I go."
	"I guess we need something to make it easier." Lance reached for a
bottle of hand creme on the dresser. "Is this where we talk about safe
sex?"
	"It's been two years for me, we were safe, and I had every test
imaginable since then, just to be sure. I'm clean. And you, of course, are
my little virgin boy. I think we're safe."
	"Cool." Lance poured some lotion into his hand and reached behind
him. First he smeared it on JC's hard cock.
	"Hmm, that feels nice already!" JC smiled as Lance massaged the cool
lotion into his rod.
	The blonde then worked some into his butt and set the bottle aside.
"Okay, here we go!" He sat back, at the same time aiming JC's steely cock at
his hole.
	"Go slow, baby, I don't want it to hurt!" JC urged him, caressing his
chest.
	Lance felt the blunt knob at his ass and started pushing. He tried to
concentrate on relaxing... it was going in... oh god it hurt!!!
	JC felt his cock-head start to penetrate Lance's virgin ass... it was so
incredible... But he saw Lance grimace and stop his descent. "Lance, please
stop if it's hurting." He said earnestly.
	"No..." Lance said between clenched teeth. "It's okay..." He waited as
the waves of pain subsided. When he started again it wasn't as bad. Once
the head was inside him it seemed like the worst was over. He smiled
weakly at JC. "It wasn't what I expected, but its getting better."
	"You're doing great baby. Take your time." JC caressed his cheek.
	Lance lowered himself further, and this time there was almost no
pain -- and a peculiar pleasure. He took the last couple of inches of JC's
manhood inside himself, groaning as it rubbed his prostate. He closed his
eyes and smiled to himself. 'JC and I are one. I feel him inside me.' He
clenched his sphincter muscle around his lover's cock and felt JC squirm
under him.
	"Oh, baby!" JC moaned. This was incredible! He was overwhelmed by
the warm confines of Lance's ass clenched around is cock. He felt himself
pulsing deep inside his lover. Then Lance started to rock forward and back,
up and down changing the angle of JC's penetration and further enhancing
the already unbearable pleasure. "Lance, lover, you are so wonderful!" He
whispered, his hands roaming over the other boy's sweat-sheened body.
	Lance was feeling only the raw pleasure from JC's cock probing
inside him. His own huge dick was hardening again and he stroked it as he
impaled himself again and again on JC's cock.
	Faster and faster... JC started bucking his hips up to meet Lance's
downward moves, sending their bodies smacking together. Both were
breathing hard, dripping with sweat, their passionate lovemaking climbing
closer and closer to climax. Lance pumped his own cock faster and faster
until, his whole body spasming, he fired off a spray of cum across JC's chest
and face. His ass clamped around JC's cock, and it only took a few more
strokes before he too went over the edge. He arched his back as he fired
his cum deep inside his lover's burning ass. JC grabbed Lance and roughly
pulled him down so they could kiss as his orgasm shook both their bodies.
	"You are so incredible!" He gasped between kisses.
	"I love you... I love you." Lance whispered in his deep voice.


Hope you liked it! More to come!
Kevin