JC wiped his sweaty palms off on his jeans. He couldn't figure out why he was so nervous. He was going to get Lance. Lance, as in 'just a friend,' Lance. There was no way he could want him like that. He also couldn't believe he had told Lance that he was gay. He'd never told ANYONE! After finally wiping off both hands, he pushed the doorbell and then waited for someone to answer. Hopefully Lance.
To his luck, it was Lance. "Hey, JC. Just a sec, let me grab my jacket."
"Okay..." JC waited while Lance ran down the hall to get it. When he came back, he looked flushed.
"Alright, I'm ready, let's go."
"Cool." They both climbed into JC's pickup and sped off down the highway.
"So, where we going to?" Lance asked, and picked at the lint on his shirt.
"Ridgemont point."
"Uh... why there?" Ridgemont point was a well known spot that all the teens went to have partys, get drunk, and have sex. Lance suddenly felt very nervous.
"Just quiet there. No parties tonight. Good place to talk, just us two." JC smiled and drove on. When they got there, he pulled into a stall and stopped the truck, turning it off. He leaned back in his seat and put his arm across the back of it. "So, how are you?"
"Good. How are you?"
"Tired. Jeez, practice was long. Real tired."
"I thought the season was over?"
"I gotta keep in shape! I play so many sports, I have to have my OWN practice."
"So, it was your fault it was long then?"
"Hey, are you calling me stupid?" JC said with a laugh, and poked Lance in the stomach. Lance, who was very ticklish, giggled and rolled onto his side. "Ticklish, are you?" JC lunged at him, tickling him from all sides. He grabbed Lance's legs pulling them down underneath his knees to hold him still as he climbed up onto the seat. He held ran his fingers up and down Lance's sides, until Lance thought he was going to pee his pants.
They both stopped for a moment, panting loudly, staring at eachother. At that moment, something seemed to click for both of them. They both started to slowly move towards eachother, wanting a kiss at that exact same moment. Lance reached up, putting his hands on JC's arms that he was using to hold himself up off the seat. JC let himself drop forward, and their lips met in a mind blowing kiss. JC ran his tongue along Lance's mouth until Lance opened it, and sucked on JC's hot tongue. Finally, they released, and JC sat back a bit, both boys completely stunned.
"I don't know what... oh wow..."
"I'm so sorry..." Lance whispered, nervously.
"No, I... I liked it. Can I do it again?" JC leaned down, his elbow accidentally brushing against Lance's hard on that was bulging through his pants.
"YES!" Lance gasped out, and JC dug into the kiss.
They made out for awhile, and then JC unbuttoned and started to slide his hand down Lance's pants.
"No! Stop!" Lance pushed his hand away, and backed against the truck door.
"What? What's wrong?" JC reached out and stroked Lance's cheek.
"Just, no, I can't do that. Not yet."
"Why not? It's okay, and perfectly safe."
"I'm not ready... I can't... I'm sorry." Lance began to button his pants back up. JC sighed, and pulled Lance close.
"It's okay, really... I'm sorry...And Lance, you can call me Josh now. I only want YOU to say it, it makes it special."
"Cool... Um... Josh?"
"Hmm?" JC nuzzled his face into Lance's neck.
"What happens tomorrow?"
"What do you mean, 'what happens tomorrow?'"
"I mean, what happens when we go back to school? Will you be my friend? In front of everyone?"
"Of course I will! I'm not ashamed of you!"
"Am I... your boyfriend now?" Lance played with the buttons on JC's lettermens jacket.
"I'd like to think that you will be now."
"What about Christina?"
"Okay, why don't we... keep 'us' a secret for now, okay? You know Christina means nothing to me, and I won't do anything with her, so trust me, you have nothing to worry about."
"Okay..."
"Hey, why don't we get to know eachother better? I'll start. What's your favorite color?"
"Um... red. You?"
"I look good in pink. Is that weird?" Lance laughed with him. "No, but seriously, um, blue I think."
"Cool." Lance said cheerfully.
"Yeah... cool." JC said, a happy smile on his face. Maybe him and Lance could become something. Now all he had to do was think of a way to get rid of Christina.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Justin, c'mon, pickup!" Lance picked at the buttons on his phone.
"Hello?" It was Lynn, Justin's mom.
"Is Justin there?"
"Yeah. Hold on, Lance, I think he's playing video games in the den." She paused. "JUSTIN!!!!!!" Lance jerked the phone away from his ear while she yelled, then pulled it back.
"Yeah?" Justin panted out of breath from running to the phone.
"Hey, J. What's up?"
"Oh, hi, Lance. So, enjoy your little 'plans?'" Lance sighed. Justin was still pissed at him for missing the meet.
"Yeah, Justin, I did. Can you come over? I want to tell you all about what happened!"
"I dunno. I'm kind of busy with MY plans."
"Justin, you have no plans. Your just going to stay home all day and play video games. It's like, your weekend routine."
Justin snorted. "Okay, fine, whatever. I'll be over there as soon as my mom gets done cleaning up and takes me over there."
"Okay." Lance sighed again, and hung up the phone. Justin was a good friend and all, but he was so dull. He USED to be fun.
When they were little, he'd go over to Justin's house and they would play space invaders, or Star Wars or something fun like that. But ever since they'd both hit puberty, things had changed. Justin had stayed the same way, only a little more sexually driven. All his thoughts were turned towards computers and video games, and having cybersex online with someone that he could only hope was a girl.
Meanwhile, Lance had changed a lot. He stopped liking the things he'd used to do. Computers were okay, but he only liked them a little at a time. He'd started to become more sexually active. The times he had done anything with Justin, he had to bug Justin about it for a long time before he would budge. Lance wanted to become more and more sexually active, to actually do things with other people. Justin, however, was set in his old ways. Wanted to do what he'd always done.
"LANCE!" Lance jumped at the screeching sound of his sister Stacey. "LANCE! Gimme the fricken phone! I've been yelling for it for about 5 minutes!"
"Sorry, I spaced for a second."
"Yeah, whatever. Give it to me. I have to call Ford. We have a date tonight. I have to know when he's coming to get me." She paused for a moment. "Lance, how come you don't go on any dates?"
"Not interested." He lied, and then handed her the phone. "Here. Bye."
"Gee. Thanks. Oh, and your little friend Justin is downstairs."
"Oh!" Lance took off to the edge of the stairs. "JUSTIN! C'MON UP!"
"Kay!" Lance went back to his room and waited for him.
"Oh my gosh, Lance! Your mom just told me that you were with JC last night! WHOA!" Justin fanned himself, and dug around in his pocket for his inhalor.
"Calm down, J. It was no big deal."
"Why would HE wanna hang out with YOU?"
"Gee, thanks, your too kind."
"No, I mean... Sorry..." He sighed and sat down on Lance's computer desk chair.
"That's okay. I started wondering the same thing."
"Are you doing his homework for him? Cuz, when you did Joey's, you know, I thought, hey, that's what I should do too to make some cash, so, you know, if he needs some help with math or something..."
"NO, Justin, I'm not helping him with his homework. We're dating."
Justin gasped and fell off the chair onto his back on the floor. Lance ran over to his side, and patted his cheek. "Justin...Justin... wakeup... HellOOOO?"
His eyes suddenly flew open, and he sat upright, knocking Lance onto his butt. "WHY are you doing this?"
"WHAT!? What are you talking about?"
"What about me!?"
"What about you?"
"Don't you like ME anymore?"
"Sure I do, Just. You're my friend. Duh." Lance got up onto his knees and so did Justin so that they were face to face.
"Noooo! Not like that!" Justin whined. His face showed that he was hurt and confused. "Like this!" He reached forward and pulled Lance in for a kiss. When he tried to shove his tongue into Lance's mouth, Lance jerked his head back.
"Justin! What was that for?! I thought that was over, remember? That night? After the movie?"
"I still wanted you! I still do! I thought we still always... had that chance, you know?" Justin had tears forming in his eyes, and immediately, Lance's heart broke.
"I'm sorry, Justin. I didn't know..." He reached forward and brushed them from his eyes. "I love you a lot, Justin, but not like that, not anymore. You're my best friend. I want you to always be my best friend. I still love you, just not in the way you want."
"Oh..." Justin sniffed, and then climbed back onto the chair. "Well, you date him, but if he hurts you, I'm coming after him. I want him to know that!"
Lance laughed softly and then pulled Justin in for a hug. "I know. I'll be sure to tell him."
Justin laughed too, and then sat back, wiping away his tears. "So, had sex yet?"
"JUSTIN!"
"Well, I just figured, you know, since he was Mr. Popular and all, and oh so experienced or whatever I've heard... Hey... Wait a minute! Doesn't he have a girlfriend? Kristen, or Kathy, or something like that?"
"Yeah, he does. It's Christina. You know, blonde, skinny, short, kinda slutty?" Justin nodded. "Yeah, but she's just a cover for him. I'm the only one that knows about the REAL him, and now you do, so KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, Justin!"
"I get your drift! Calm down!"
"I dunno about it all though..."
"So, answer my question. Have you or have you not had sex yet?"
"Jesus Christ, Justin! NO! NO, we have NOT had SEX YET!"
"Who hasn't had sex yet?" Stacey poked her annoying head into the room again while she held out the phone to Lance.
"None of your business, Stace." He noticed the phone. "Why are you handing me the phone? I just gave it to you. I don't need it anymore."
"No, stupid, phone."
"Oh.. Who is it?"
"I DON'T KNOW! It's obviously not Justin!" She shoved it into his hand and left.
"Who ELSE calls you, Lance?" Justin whispered nervously.
"I have no clue!" Lance whispered back, and then took his hand off the voice part. "Heh..hello?"
"Hey baby!"
"Hi, JC!" Lance said excitedly, and then immediately looked at Justin for a reaction. Justin was fanning himself excitedly as usual. "What's going on?"
"Nothing. Just wondering what your doing."
"Oh, nothing. Justin's here."
"Justin? Justin... Ohh... Did you tell him?" JC asked nervously.
"About us? Yeah... but he won't tell. I'm his only friend. He knows I'd hurt him if he did." Lance felt a smack on the head from Justin.
"Okay... As long as that's it, then it's okay. Just make SURE he doesn't tell." JC relaxed again.
"Oh, I'm SURE he won't tell. And he also wanted me to tell you that if you hurt me, he'd beat you up."
JC laughed for a moment, and then sighed. "Well, I was wanting to see if you'd like to do something today, but since your busy.."
"No! It's okay! Why don't you come by, and then you can meet Justin, and then we can all go to the mall or something... unless... there's something else you'd like to do?"
"Well, why don't I come by... meet Justin... and then YOU and ME hang out at your house for awhile after Justin leaves...?" JC waited for the answer patiently. Lance thought for a moment.
"Okay... I get your drift. Sure, come on by."
"Okay, see you in a bit!" Click.
Lance clicked off the phone and sat it down on the bed. Him and Justin stared at eachother for a very long time until Justin finally broke the silence.
"He's coming here, isn't he?"
"Yep." Lance stared off dreamily.
"And I'm going to meet him."
"Yep." And continued to stare.
"And then I have to leave so you two can have sex."
"Yep." Lance shook out of his trance suddenly. "I mean, NO! I'm not ready for that yet!"
"Has he asked you to do it with him?"
"What? No. I mean, well... he unzipped my pants the other night while we were kissing, but I don't think that means he wanted to have sex... maybe just play around a bit or something..."
"I bet he wanted sex."
"I bet you should shut up. C'mon, let's play video games til he gets here."
"Lance, I've got the COOLEST idea!"
"What now?"
"You remember that one movie?"
"What ONE movie? Your going to have to be more specific."
"American Pie."
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Remember howww, the guyyy.. had that girl over.. and soooo... he turned on his webcam... and broadcasted it to all his friends and stuff...?"
"Yeah, why? OH NO, JUSTIN! NO FRICKEN WAY!"
"Please, Lance!? You have a webcam! We can send the connection to me now, and then when I get home, I can open it up, and watch! PLEASE OH PLEASE, LANCE!? I'll never ask for anything EVER again!"
"Justin... I just..." He looked at Justin. He was pouting again. "Okay, Justin, if I do this for you, that's it, you never bug me to borrow or have any of my video games ever again, correct?"
Justin sighed. "Okay, fiiiine... But I reserve the right to save this webcast onto my computer."
"Fine, but if you send it out, I post those pictures that I have of you all over the Internet. You KNOW what pictures I'm talking about!"
"LANCE! You took those when we were dating! That's different!"
"NO, IT'S NOT! Deal?" He held out his hand.
"Fine." Justin shook it, and then raced to the computer to set it all up.
Ten minutes later, his goal had been achieved, and everything was set up and ready just as the door rang. "Okay, Justin, this is it. You meet him, then you LEAVE."
"Gotcha!" He cried out excitedly as they ran down the stairs to get the door.
Lance yanked it open. "Hi, JC!" He said, his voice kind of shrill.
"Hey! So.. You must be Justin, am I right?" He held out his hand to shake.
"Right!" Justin said way too excitedly, then shook his hand quickly and darted out the door.
"Uh... He had to go home. Very important. Big project due Monday, or something."
"Oh, okay. Nervous little guy, isn't he?"
"Yeah. Kind of." Lance laughed nervously. "Um, why don't we go up to my room?"
"Ooo! I get to see your roooom." JC teased, and followed Lance upstairs to it. "Hmm... Not bad." He said, and then laid on the bed. "C'mere." He said, holding out his arms, implying that Lance should lay in them.
"Okay." And he did so happily. He eyed the webcam mounted on his computer nervously, knowing that by then, Justin was home and watching.
"Are you scared of me?"
"No, why?"
"You seem tense. Something wrong?"
"No reason." JC started to rub his shoulders soothingly. "Oh, that feels good..." Lance moaned, and JC continued. He rubbed his hands all over Lance's back, and then started going around the front under his shirt. He also started to suck on Lance's neck.
"Ohhh..." Lance moaned again, and JC gently pulled off Lance's shirt. "Please don't stop doing that..." He whispered out, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure.
"Oh, trust me, I won't." He ran his fingers along the edge of Lance's jeans, and then slid one hand into them while the other one twisted at the button on them. Lance tensed for a moment then relaxed again when he felt JC's hand on his dick.
"JC... I've never..." He turned to face JC as best he could from his position. "I've never done any of this before."
"That's okay, baby... I'll show you everything you need to know..." He went back to kissing Lance's neck, and jerking Lance off from under his jeans.
Justin clicked his mouse around on his computer until the webcam screen popped up. His eyes almost bulged out of his head as he caught sight of JC jerking Lance off. Lance already had his shirt gone, and JC was starting to drag his pants off too. "WHOA BABY!" Just gasped.
"JC.... JC...." Lance moaned his names a few times. JC had now taken off Lance's jeans and his boxers, and then started on his own clothes. "JC... I'm a virgin..."
"That's okay, baby. Like I said, I'll show you." He pressed his naked body against Lance's and then his lips against Lance's as well.
"JC... Josh... I'm.... I'm only 16..."
"Uh huh... So? I'm 18... We can still have sex. It's just you..." He laid a kiss on Lance's neck. "And me..." And another on his jaw. "And we can do whatever we want..." And another on his chin. "Consequence free." And then a long, sweet one on his lips.
"I'm scared." Lance started trembling. He was really, really nervous and scared all at once.
"There's no need to be scared. It's just me and you. And I REALLY want you."
"I just... We barely know eachother... We've only been dating a few days... I just..I just..."
"You're just worried that after this, we won't mean anything together. Don't worry about it. I promise I won't hurt you like that. I like you a lot, Lance. And there's nothing more I want to do than be with you, understand?"
"Okay.." Lance whispered as JC crawled up to him on the bed.
"Do you know how this all works?" Lance nodded. "Okay then, do you have any lubricant?"
"Um.. there's some Vaseline in my bathroom."
"Okay, condoms?"
"Yeah. Bathroom. Bottom drawer."
JC smiled. "Pretty prepared for a virgin. Be right back." He kissed Lance, and then headed off to the bathroom. As soon as he was gone, he reappeared, condom on, Vaseline in hand. "Lay back, baby, and spread your legs." Lance did so, and then closed his eyes nervously. JC put his hand to Lance's cheek. "Open your eyes. I want to see them. They're so pretty. Watch me." JC whispered, his voice getting lower. He rubbed Vaseline on Lance, and then on himself. "Okay, now, if this hurts too much, tell me, and we'll stop, okay?" Lance nodded, and let JC pull his legs onto his shoulders.
Justin watched the screen intensely. One hand jerked himself off while the other clicked the mouse around to enlarge the screen and turn up the volume.
'Okay, now, if this hurts too much, tell me, and we'll stop, okay?' JC put Lance's legs on his shoulders, and then positioned himself at Lance's virgin hole.
"Go, Lance!" Justin cried out excitedly. He was started to get close himself.
He watched as JC's hips moved forward and Lance's torso jerked for a moment, his eyes squeezed shut in pain. Then he started whimpering.
'Stop! Please, stop!'
"Lance! What are you doing?!" Justin demanded of the computer, which gave him no reply except for a boring 'hum.'
"Lance! What's wrong?" JC pulled out immediately, pushed Lance's legs off of his shoulders, and then pulled him close. "Are you okay?"
"It hurt really bad." Lance cried.
"I know. It always hurts your first time, and so on until you get used to it. I'm sorry..." He rocked Lance back and forth.
"I'm sorry I'm being such a big baby." Lance sniffed, and pulled back from JC. "I didn't think it would be like this..."
"I know. It's okay. I'm sorry I pressured you into this. I mean, we just started dating, and I knew back in my mind it was too early, but my hormones got the best of me and.. I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry too..." JC pulled him back into a hug.
"Why don't we just start over? Make a fresh start. Hi, I'm JC." He held out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Lance." Lance shooked it, smiling through his tears.
"Well, Lance, why don't we get our clothes back on and go out to eat?"
"I'd like that JC."
"You can call me Josh, remember?"
"No, I don't remember. I just met you, duh!" JC laughed, and tickled Lance's side. "C'mon. Get dressed. We're going to eat Italian tonight!"
"Ooo, my favorite!"
"Really?"
"No, I like Mexican, but Italians good too." Lance smiled and pulled on his jeans. It was going to be a good night after all.
Okay, that's it for Chapter 2. I got bored today and typed a lot so that's why this chapter is so friggin long! I hope to get some feedback in it. I put a lot of work into this thing, dammit! :)
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