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Chapter 6 Leaving Lance
I went home and found Lance laying in bed reading.
"Hi. How did things go with Jessica?"
"Okay, I guess."
Lance saw the look of concern on my face.
"Come here. What's wrong?"
I sat on the bed and he moved behind me, putting his legs on either side of me. He put his hands on my shoulders and began to massage them.
"What happened?"
I removed my jacket.
"The Watcher's Council wants me to go to England. They want my help in investigating some disturbances."
"That doesn't sound so bad," Lance replied.
I turned and looked at him. Tears were welling up in my eyes.
"I don't want to be away from you."
Lance's heart melted. "Come here." Lance wrapped his arms around me tighter. He placed his head on my shoulder and looked up at me. "When do you leave?"
"Tomorrow." I looked into his eyes and tried so hard not to cry. I fought back my cry, but it didn't work.
"My goodness. You are really bothered by this, aren't you?"
I turned my upper body and grabbed him into my arms, too.
"I don't know if I can handle being away from you. I don't know how long it will be."
"It will seem like no time. I'll be on tour with the guys. You will be in Europe busy fighting...whatever it is the Council needs you to fight. Before you know it, you will be back here with me."
"I know you are right. But right now I'm going out of my mind over it."
"Sssh," Lance said.
Lance took me into his arms tight and kissed me full on the lips. He laid me down on the bed and unbuttoned my shirt, pulled off my tie and moved my suspender straps off my shoulders. He moved down to my pants and unbuttoned them, then pulled them down. He finished undressing me and kissed up my legs. He began to orally please me and his hands rubbed all over my stomach and chest.
"Lance," I whispered. He turned his head to look up at me. "Make love to me."
He pulled off of me and kissed up my body to my lips. I wrapped my legs around his body and felt him penetrate me. Slowly he pumped and I felt waves of pleasure wash over me. I loved the connection our hearts had when we made love. It was as if nothing else mattered except that moment. My sadness concerning our separation for a while disappeared and all that mattered was Lance, the man I loved.
Lance would pump harder and harder, building to a climax, intensifying the pleasure we both felt. As we neared climax, he would slow down tremendously, extending the time for our orgasm. This went on for well over an hour until finally he could not stop himself...and I didn't want him to. With a great moan and sigh of relief, we had an orgasm at the same time. Lance collapsed upon me. We lay there for a while him still inside me. I never wanted to break that connection. We fell asleep in that position.
When I awoke my chest felt rather sticky. I remembered what we had done before I fell asleep. It wasn't hard to forget, especially with Lance still inside me. I moved a little having to go to the bathroom really bad. I maneuvered Lance off and out of me and I went in to the bathroom. I climbed in the shower and after a few moments, a very sleepy looking Lance came in to relieve his self.
I pulled the door away. "Hey, Love. Good morning."
"Good morning to you."
"How about that shower together?"
"Sounds good to me."
Lance climbed in and we embraced. "Wow, you feel a little sticky."
"Hmm, I wonder what that's from?" I said in mock wonderment.
"I don't know. But perhaps I can wash that off for you."
Lance took the soap and began to gently rub it over my slightly hairy chest. He rubbed a good lather and then placed the soap in the soap dish. Using both hands, he washed my chest and abdomen working the lather slowly up even more. It felt good.
Lance stepped closer to me and moved to my back to wash it. He held me close as he washed my back. Then he moved down to my butt and legs. He knelt there rubbing, massaging, washing my legs. I felt like I was going to fall back asleep it felt so good. Then, to my utter surprise, Lance took my softened member into his mouth and sucked on it. I stood there enjoying his ministrations. I grabbed the top of the door as he continued to work me with is mouth until finally I climaxed. He continued sucking after that until I had gone soft.
Lance stood up and kissed me. I tasted myself in his mouth. Then I took the soap and rubbed his chest, building lather. I worked his nipples for several minutes then had him turn around so I could do his back. I rubbed and massaged it, moved down to his cute butt and legs, washing and massaging them, enjoying the pleasure I was giving him, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact with him.
I placed the soap in the soap dish and stood up to him. As I moved up, I kissed each cheek and his back. I got to the top end kissed his shoulder and neck, then nibbled on his ear. I could see him smiling. My actions tickled him.
I massaged his beck phan moved to his chest, still rubbing and massaging. I kissed his neck and slowly worked my way back down his body, massaging his chest, then his abs, kissing his back then his buttocks. My hands enclosed around his dick and I felt it hardening, and wet both by the water and precum. I ran my tongue down his crack and worked his hardening member. I rimmed him for several minutes, and then turned him around so I could suck him.
My lips enveloped his head and worked him over and over, swallowing all the way, and then pulling back to the head. This went on for a while, but I did not notice the time. I was pleasuring the man I loved and that was all that mattered to me. He climaxed in my mouth and I did the same thing he did. I kept sucking, milking every last drop of him out of him, and then slowly let him fall out of my mouth.
I stood and kissed him. For several minutes we were like that, kissing under the water as it cascaded over our bodies.
"We should really be getting out of the shower," Lance said breaking the kiss.
"Why is that?"
"Because we are wrinkling up like prunes."
We both laughed and got out, drying each other off. Then we dressed. I made Lance breakfast, like always. He kept looking at me and winking at me. I would smile and wink at him, blow him kisses...just being sweet. In my heart though, I was crying. This would be the last time I would fix him breakfast for a while. And I wanted to remember it being a good time. My heart took a picture of him.
When we finished breakfast, I went upstairs to pack. Lance came with me. "You'll need to take some warm clothes. London can get pretty cold sometimes."
I knew Lance knew what he was talking about. After all, that is where NSYNC first toured before coming to the United States of America. Lance helped me pack my clothes.
"Are you taking your...suit?"
"Yeah." I went to the spare room and got the black suitcase, and then returned to the master bedroom.
"When are you leaving exactly?"
"Not sure. They will probably call or come over. I would expect call."
The doorbell rang. I took my luggage downstairs. Lance helped me. I opened the door and there stood Jessica.
"Hi, Eric. Hi, Lance. How are you guys?"
"Good," Lance replied with a smile. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Won't you come in?"
"I'd love to, but I came to get Eric. It's time for us to go."
"I'll help you take your things out."
Lance picked up some bags. I picked up the rest and we went to the car. I had two suitcases of normal clothes, a duffel bag and my black suitcase. The driver of the car got out and opened the truck. We handed him the bags and he placed them in the trunk, then climbed back into the driver's side. Jessica climbed in as well.
I stepped up to the door and turned to Lance. A tear fell down my cheek.
"Hey," he said in this pitiful voice. "It's going to be okay. You survived in Los Angeles without me. You will do fine in London. Besides, you are going to be busy. That will keep your mind off things."
"I love you so much," I said. "You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, of course I do."
I grabbed Lance and hugged him close. Then I kissed him, the kiss lingering for several minutes until we broke off.
"I'll call you when I get there."
"Okay. Please remember the time change though. You're going to be five hours ahead of me."
I smiled at him. "I'll be back soon."
"Okay. See you when you get back." I kissed him one more time and climbed in. "Have a nice trip."
I closed the door and the car drove away. I looked out the back and saw my lover standing by the street looking so alone. My heart broke. I turned around and saw Jessica looking at me.
"I guess you do love him," she said.
"Yeah, I do."
"Things shouldn't take too long over in London. These things tend to be quick, especially if they are sending over three experienced Slayers and...a mutant."
"Yeah."
The car ride to the airport was silent. The car pulled up to the runway and we climbed out. The driver opened the trunk. I went to grab my suitcases when two men in suits came up and cut in front of me. They ran some electrical equipment over it and, when satisfied, took the bags out themselves and loaded them into the plane.
Jayce came out of a small building along with Christine and Serena. "Hello, Eric. I trust your trip was without incident?"
"I'm here, aren't I?"
"Quite right. Now, if you will please climb on the plane so we can get underway?"
"Of course."
We climbed onto the plane and were shown to our seats. After sitting down and buckling in, I looked around. "Where are the Princes?"
"They won't be put on until everything is secure."
"Will they be sitting with us?"
"Not likely. They normally sit towards the front. Their cabin is much more luxuriant than this one."
A few moments later, Prince William and Prince Harry entered our cabin. They walked past us and smiled at us, then continued on through a door ahead of us. The door closed and I heard it lock.
"They don't take chances, do they?"
"No," Christine replied.
The pilot announced our take off and we were underway.
"When were you going to tell me you were Batman?" Christine asked.
"I wasn't planning on it."
"Why not? Don't you trust me?"
"It's not that," I answered.
"It's just that," Jessica replied, "if he commits a crime in Orlando as Batman, you won't be able to track him down."
"Man, I wish you would stop bringing that up! I didn't kill the damn doctor!" I declared.
The cabin went silent. Jessica just looked at me and then turned away. I turned and looked out my window not wanting to interact with anyone. Slowly I drifted off to sleep.
To Be Continued...
I received an email from someone concerning the murder of Doctor Israel. If you are concerned that Eric isn't quite the detective that he should be, reading the next few chapters will help solve that, I should think. If anyone is wondering why Eric hasn't dealt with him being framed, email and I would be happy to explain it to you.
Short chapter, but more good stuff coming up! Keep reading!