Disclaimer: I wish I knew them, but I don't. I wish this were true (yes, I really do!), but it isn't. This is fiction.
Sighing, Lance looked out of the window of the living area in his house in Orlando and let his gaze wander through his backyard without really seeing anything. He just stood there, leaning against the windowframe, and tried to relax from the stress of the last few weeks. They had been in Europe for two months, promoting their latest album that had been released about three months ago, and they had been performing and giving interviews nearly constantly, touring from one big city to the next, spending more time on their tour bus than in hotel rooms. Lance loved touring and performing, but this last tour HAD been quite stressful, and so he was glad when the tour had ended three days ago and they went home to Florida for a break - four weeks, even without rehearsing, where they could do what they wanted. No interviews, no performances, no award shows. Nothing. Enough time to think about the one thing that had been on his mind constantly for the last months. Or, not the one thing, but the one person. Justin.
Lance sighed again and went to his big, comfortable leather couch to lay down for a while.
Justin. Lance didn't even know where to start thinking. The last weeks had been really... interesting, when it came to their relationship. Well, it was not really a relationship. They were best friends, but in the last weeks it had become more. To Lance it felt as if they were... well, flirting. They had been very affectionate friends from the beginning, but now it seemed as if they had taken it to another level. Always touching each other, hugging, and then the occasional kisses on the cheeks and foreheads. Not that Lance minded. In fact, he loved it. Because he loved Justin.
Lance had known that he was gay for about a year now. That's when he had recognized that he was in love with Justin.
At first, he had tried to deny it. Lance Bass, gay? Nah, that couldn't be. He didn't like boys, he liked girls. Or did he? That was the worst time ever for Lance. They had been in New York at that time, doing interviews and shooting a music video, and he had been constantly locking himself in his hotel room, crying and not wanting to talk to the other guys. They had been concerned, and he had told them a story about a girl back home in Mississippi that he liked and that didn't like him back, and although they didn't really believe him, they had let him alone.
Three weeks later, he finally admitted to himself that he WAS gay - and from that moment on it was okay. Of course it was hard to be around Justin without showing him how much he liked him sometimes, but after a while that was okay, too. And then things started to change between them, but in a positive way. And Lance began to ask himself if maybe, just maybe, Justin had the same feelings for him.
The doorbell rang and brought Lance out of his thoughts. He looked at the watch at his wrist and saw that it was already seven o'clock in the evening - he had been here in the living room thinking for nearly three hours. He jumped up from the couch, went to the front door and opened it - and there stood Justin. Lances heart started to beat faster immediately, especially when he noticed the sad look on Justin's face.
"Justin? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?", he asked, concerned. Justin shook his head no.
"I... I just... ", he sighed and looked at his friend shyly. "I was at home, watching TV and not really doing anything, and suddenly... I don't know... I felt so lonely. And I thought... you know... "
Lance knew. It had become a habit that when one of them felt lonely or down, he would go to the other boy who would wrap his arms around him and hug him close and whisper comforting words, and they would stay like that until they both would feel better.
So Lance smiled, took Justin's right hand in his and led him to the living room after closing the door behind them. He lay back on the couch and leaned into the armrest, pulling Justin down with him, between his legs and into his embrace, so that his chest rested against Justin's back. Justin comfortably leaned his head on Lance's shoulder, put his hands on Lances jeans- clad knees and closed his eyes.
"This is nice", he whispered, and Lance wrapped his arms a little tighter around him.
"Yes, it is", he agreed. "So... why did you feel so lonely all of a sudden? Wasn't JC there?", he wanted to know.
"He was", Justin answered. "But... it just isn't the same like with you, you know?"
Lance knew. Hell, he was glad that Justin had come to him instead of going to JC. He softly began to stroke Justin's stomach through his shirt.
"Yes, I know. Everything's fine, Justin. You're not alone. You have me."
"Yes, I have you", Justin said contented as he began to caress Lances knees with his fingertips. "I have you."
He turned his face in Lance's direction so that he could nuzzle his nose in Lance's neck. Lance felt his heart stop for a moment, and then he responded by lifting Justin's shirt a bit and slipping his fingers underneath to feel the smooth skin around his navel. It was incredibly soft and smooth, and Lance lightly ran his fingertips over it. Justin let out a soft moan, and in this moment both knew that they had crossed the last barrier. Lance knew how Justin felt for him and Justin knew how Lance felt for him. And this feeling was indescribable.
Lance let his hands wander higher on Justin's stomach, stroking every inch of skin on the way, until his fingertips brushed against one of Justin's nipples. Justin gasped and pushed his butt into Lance's groin, where an erection was already starting to grow. Now it was Lances turn to gasp. His fingers found both of Justin's nipples and he began to pinch and pull them lightly, moaning when he heard Justin hiss his name. Justin ran his hands up Lance's thighs and grabbed them tightly, and he placed a soft kiss on Lance's neck. Never stopping to explore Justin's upper body with his hands, Lance turned his head, and his lips found Justin's.
Their first kiss was pure magic. It was as if the world stood still, and nothing else existed than the two lovers. It was a soft, loving kiss, but it soon became more and more passionate. Lance's tongue caressed Justin's lower lip, and when Justin opened his mouth and Lance slipped his tongue inside to meet Justin's, both moaned loudly into each others mouth. They lost track of time and only broke the kiss because they needed to breath. Panting, they looked into each others eyes and saw the same look in them - passion, desire, happiness and... love.
Without hesitation, Lance grabbed the hem of Justin's shirt, pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side. Justin turned around to face Lance and straddled his lap, and his fingers began to fumble with the buttons of Lance's shirt. When he had them all open, he slipped the shirt off of Lance's shoulders and leaned forward. Their naked chests touched and their lips found each other again. Lance let his hands roam over Justin's back until he reached the waistband of his sweatpants. But before he could slip his hands underneath, Justin had jumped up from the couch and pulled Lance up with him, into his arms. He looked him straight in the eyes.
"Lance, I want... I... can we...", Lance silenced him with another kiss.
"Make love to me, Justin. Please."
Justin smiled and surprised Lance when he scooped him up into his arms and carried him out of the livingroom, up the stairs and into Lance's bedroom, where he carefully laid him on the bed. He crawled on top of him and began kissing his neck, over his collarbone and his chest down to his navel. He twirled his tongue around it a few times before sliding his tongue in, and Lance arched his back.
"Justin., please..." Justin sat up and looked down at Lance. He had his eyes closed, his mouth was open and he was panting heavily. Slowly, Justin opened the button of Lance's jeans and unzipped it. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Lance's boxers, and then he pulled jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. He pulled them off of Lance's legs, and the socks followed, and then Lance lay there completely naked. Justin just stared at him in awe.
"My god... you're so beautiful.", he whispered, and Lance opened his eyes and blushed. He sat up and reached for Justin's waist.
"But now I want to see YOUR beautiful body", he answered, an one minute later Justin was naked, too, laying on his back with Lance laying on top of him, their erections trapped between their bodies, rubbing against each other painfully. Now it was Lance's turn to kiss down Justin's body, and when he reached his cock, he admired it for a minute before he tentatively stuck out his tongue and licked the head. Justin's loud moan was answer enough, and he swirled his tongue around the head before taking it into his mouth, sucking lightly. His left hand began to stroke the base of the beautiful cock in his mouth, and with his right hand he found Justin's balls and softly caressed them.
"God, Lance...", Justin gasped. "Sweet Jesus, I... oh, yeah", he cried out when Lance sucked harder, and he arched his back off of the mattress. His hands found Lance's head, and he ran his fingers through Lance's hair.
"It won't last much longer if you don't stop this", he moaned, but when Lance let his cock fall out of his mouth and sat up again, he moaned frustrated. Lance leaned over him, pressed their lips together and pushed his tongue into Justin's mouth, and Justin could taste himself on Lance's tongue.
Lance sat up again, this time to open the drawer of his bedside table and take out a bottle of suntan lotion.
"I think this should work", he smirked, and Justin took it out of his hand, opened it and squeezed some lotion on his fingers. Lance kneeled above Justin and raised his butt a bit, and Justin looked him in the eyes.
"Are you sure you want it?"
"Yes, Justin, I'm sure. I never have been so sure in my whole life."
Justin reached out with his free hand and stroked Lance's cock a few times, then he steadied his waist with the hand, and the hand with the lotion reached down to find the hidden skin behind Lance's balls. Lance gasped when Justin's index finger touched his opening, and he bent down and put his hands on either side of Justin's head so that he was now on his hands and knees. He spread his legs a bit more and pushed back, and then Justin's long finger slipped inside of him.
Lance instantly began to moan at the new feeling, and Justin moved his finger in and out of his hole a few times, before Lance begged for more. Carefully Justin added a second finger, and Lance cried out.
"God, Justin... that feels so good... don't stop..."
He began to move, and Justin held his hand still and watched as Lance moved back and forth so that his fingers slipped in and out of Lance's body. Lance's eyes were shut tightly, and his mouth was open again, forming a perfect 'o'.
"Justin... now, please...", Lance panted, and Justin pulled his fingers out of Lance and pushed him back on the bed so that he was laying on his back again, his legs spread wide open invitingly. Justin grabbed the bottle of lotion and lubed himself up, then he scooted closer to Lance and placed his cock at his opening. Pressing slightly, he looked down at Lance. "Before we do this, I want you to know something. I love you." And with that he pushed forward and slid inside of Lance.
Immediately Lance wrapped his legs around Justin's waist and his arms around his neck to pull him as close as possible.
"I love you, too", he whispered, and Justin buried his face in Lances neck and began to move slowly, deeper and deeper with each thrust, constantly jabbing Lance's prostate and sending shivers through both of their bodies. Lance's erection rubbed against his stomach with each movement, and both boys were moaning loudly. When Justin felt the pressure build inside of him, his thrusts became faster and harder, and Lance moaned louder.
"I'm close, Justin", he gasped.
"Me too", Justin answered and picked up the speed again.
"Justin, I'm... oh... Jesus... please...", Lance stammered and then his cock began to spasm, over and over again, shooting his cum between them and coating their upper bodies with it. His ass muscles clenched around Justin's cock, and that sent him over the edge as well and he came deep inside of Lance. They collapsed into each other and held each other tightly as they waited for their bodies to stop shaking and for their hearts to calm down.
A few minutes later, Justin raised his head, and their eyes met, sparkling light-green with sparkling light-blue.
"I love you", they said simultaneously and smiled happily at each other. They kissed softly, then Justin pulled his head back a bit.
"I hope you know that this means that you're stuck with me for the rest of your life, baby." Lance pulled him close again and kissed his ear before sighing.
"Yes", he said and closed his eyes.
"I know."
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