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Chapter 25 Dinner
I awoke feeling Lance inside me. I felt so connected to him. Moments like these made me feel so vulnerable and safe at the same time. I looked up at the clock on the mantel and the time read 5:30. I looked back at Lance who seemed so peaceful with his head on my shoulder, breathing softly through his mouth. I turned my head a bit and kissed him on the nose. He didn't even stir. I moved my mouth and kissed him on his open mouth. He responded by kissing me back.
"Lance," I said softly.
"Mmm," was his response. He was still sleeping.
'I sure hope he dreamed about kissing me. Otherwise the man in his dreams is going to get his dreamy butt kicked.'
"Lance," I repeated, though a bit louder.
"Hmm?" he said slowly coming back into this world.
"It's 5:30. Time to get up."
Lance stirred a bit and I felt him moving inside me. I breathed a sigh of pleasure.
"Lance, we really need to get up," I replied.
Lance moved again, although this time his movement had purpose, enough to really stimulate me, and him by the feeling of the expanding inside me. I felt myself getting hard, too, by the movements Lance was making. Lance's breathing became less shallow and he started to move with a steady rhythm.
'Oh my goodness,' I thought. 'Lance is having sex with me while still being asleep!'
This kept up for several minutes with me getting harder and more stimulated. Soon I was gasping for breath as my climax erupted all over Lance and I. Lance was panting too and suddenly thrust deep inside me. I felt his orgasm shoot inside me as well as his body tense up. I rubbed his back down to his butt and cupped his cheeks in each hand. His eyes shot open in surprise and he looked down at me.
"Good evening," I said with a smile on my face.
Lance let out a few hard breaths. "Are you...okay?"
"After that, I'm fantastic."
Lance smiled at me and kissed me. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
After a moment I asked if he wanted to get up and get cleaned up for dinner. Ever so slowly he pulled out of me and his softened cock made a slurp sound with all his cum inside me.
"Be careful you don't drip on the couch," I said matter-of-factly.
Lance looked up at me and we both busted out in laughter. He carefully pulled out of me and I saw his softened member slick with cum.
"Come here and I'll clean you up."
He turned and straddled my face and laid down facing my own cock. As my mouth enveloped him, his enveloped me. Once he was done with my dick, he moved further down and started licking my hole cleaning it up.
I sucked him clean and he licked me clean. Then we stood up and went up to the bathroom to shower. We washed each other and cuddled as the water poured over us. Then, we climbed out, dressed and went out the door to dinner.
The restaurant had a Spanish villa look to it. The floors looked as if they were made out of cobble stone and small palm trees rested at strategic corners to give the appearance of being on a Spanish patio. We were seated by the Maitre D at a table near the wall. The tables had low-hanging lights over the tables and the ceiling was vast with ceiling fans turning round and round.
"Doesn't this place look cool?" he asked.
"Yeah, it looks real nice."
"I hear the food is authentic."
Lance had a grin on his face. I could see he was really excited.
Our waiter came up and handed us menus. "My name is Carlos and I will be your server tonight. Would you like a drink to start out?"
"Sure. I'll have a margarita," Lance said.
"I'll have some ice tea."
Carlos nodded and headed off to get our drinks.
I looked at Lance and gazed deeply into his eyes. At that moment, my life seemed so unreal. It was as if a dream I had were coming true. My eyes welled up with tears.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I said wiping my eye.
"We should talk about the ceremony," Lance asked. "Have you thought about when you would like to do it?"
"Would tomorrow be too soon?" We both laughed. "Seriously, how about some time next month?"
"You really want to get married that soon? That will take a lot of planning. We would have to contact your family and my family plus all our friends."
"We wouldn't have to contact my family."
"Why?" Lance asked concerned.
"They don't want me around after they found out I'm a mutant."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah."
Lance placed his hand on my hand. "I'm so sorry."
"It's all right."
"No, it's not all right. It must be devastating."
"It was. But I picked myself up, dusted my heart off, and moved on with my life. I'm okay with it."
"Only if you are sure."
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Okay. I was thinking of my home church in Mississippi. The minister is gay friendly even though the town used to not be. I think that me being gay was a help in them coming around."
"It's very possible."
"My parents are willing to reserve the church for us since they live in that city."
I nodded affirmatively.
"What were you thinking for the tuxedos, vests or cummerbunds?"
"I think vests would be cool. What color have you always dreamed about for your wedding?"
"Red, no way, orange."
"Orange?"
"Yeah. It will be different."
"It sure will."
"Black tuxedos with orange vests and bow ties."
"People will think it is Halloween," I commented with a smile.
"We can always check out the tuxedo designs and see what they have. We might not be able to do orange."
"You know what would be nice? White and black."
"That's what they normally are."
"No. White pants, jacket, cummerbund and tie and a black shirt and shoes."
"That does sound good. Now we are getting somewhere. What about a honeymoon?"
"Nowhere overseas," I answered quickly.
"I am totally for that. Dinner in Paris would be nice, but there is some history with Europe that neither of us wants to bring up. We can decide that later."
"How many guests do you want to have?"
"Just friends and family, close friends and family."
"I agree with that. Have you decided for sure you want Jessica as your best man?" I asked.
"Yeah, she has been supportive of me since the beginning. The guys have been by my side somewhat, but she means a lot to me."
"I can appreciate that."
My mind went to my own friends, friend really, from growing up. Matt didn't accept me being gay. I highly doubted he would be willing to be my best man. But who could I have as my best man? Joshua maybe? Justin? I had no idea. I had some time before I had to make a decision.
"Have you thought if you wanted to change your name or if your husband would change his name to yours?" Lance asked.
"I don't know," I replied. "Perhaps hyphenate our names. I could be Eric McCoy-Bass and you could be Lance Bass-McCoy."
"We could do that."
Carlos came up to the table and asked if we were ready to order. After placing our orders, he went away to give them to the kitchen. Lance and I continued our conversation.
"We could go out tomorrow and look at tuxedos and wedding invitations."
"It would be silly if we did a wedding registry," I said. "We have everything that a couple would need."
"True. We could just leave it up to the guests to get what they want to get us."
"I'd like to write my own vows."
I looked up at him. "I know, it probably sounds corny. But I would still like to do it."
"No, it's not corny. It is very sweet."
Lance smiled at me with his innocent boy smile. It always made my heart melt.
We sat in silence for a few moments.
"Have you heard anything more about whether NSYNC is going to break up or not?"
"That's what it seems everyone is leaning on. We had a good run and we all think it is time to move on. We all have other projects in mind anyway so it isn't like we are going to be stuck in limbo afterwards."
"It's good everyone has something to fall back on."
Lance nodded.
We pulled into the garage and went into the house. The dinner was very delicious. Lance decided it was his new favorite restaurant. We made our way up to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.
"I should patrol," I said.
Lance nodded in agreement.
I went into the other bedroom and changed into my bat-suit.
"Do you want help bringing out your motorcycle?" Lance asked.
"No. I'm going on foot tonight. I'm just going to do a quick sweep of the city and then I will be back."
"Be careful," Lance said kissing me through my mask.
"Always," I replied. "I have someone waiting up for me."
I left out the back and leapt over the wall.
The city was quiet as I looked out at the specks of light fighting the darkness. I was near the hotel where Dream Street was staying. As I watched the people moving to and fro, I saw Chris walking by himself down the street.
'Where could he be going?' I thought to myself.
I followed him along, although I was on the rooftops and he on street level. As he moved along, someone reached out from an alley and grabbed him pulling him into the darkness. He let out a quick scream and was silenced quickly.
"Oh God, don't let him be injured," I whispered as I moved to the end of the building and looked down.
A woman had grabbed him and placed her hand over his mouth. Once they were down the alley a ways, she released him, tossing him away.
"What do you want?" he asked. His anger was in charge right now although fear was evident in his voice.
"I want something from you," the woman said. "And I am willing to give you something."
The woman reached up and pulled the spaghetti strap off her shoulder. "Such a young boy probably wants to have his first fuck. I don't think I'm ugly enough for you to say 'no'. Want to give it a try?"
Chris was eager to do this. The look on his face was easily read. He wanted to do this. In fact he was consenting, especially with his movement in unbuttoning his shorts. But it was still wrong. This woman was much older than him, old enough for this to be illegal.
I jumped down and landed between the two in the alley.
"Stop!" I ordered.
"Damn!" the woman replied. She turned to run away. I pulled out a bat with a cable attached to it and hurled it at her. It wrapped around her chest tying her up. I jerked on the cable and pulled her back.
"What are you doing?" Chris said to me. "You have no right to do this!"
"What you are thinking of doing with her is wrong," I replied. "You are a minor. It would be illegal for her to do this. Besides, do you really want your first experience with a complete stranger?"
His eyes were not focused on me. He was wide-eyed and looking at the woman. I turned to see her yellow eyes and bumpy forehead.
"W-w-what is sh-sh-she?" he asked.
"Vampire," I answered. "She would have given you sex. But what she would have wanted from you would be your blood. Your first night of sex would be your last night on this earth."
"I thought you were the Slayer," the vampire muttered. It looked me up and down then flexed her muscles and snapped the cable as if it were thread. It approached me and I pulled out a wooden stake. It swung its fist at me. I blocked. It swung its other fist and I blocked and elbowed it in the stomach. It stumbled back and snarled at me.
The vampire then moved faster swinging fists at me. I blocked and countered. It was a steady flow of attacks and block, counterattacks and blocks, like a choreographed battle one would see in a movie. The vampire gained the upper hand and swung its fist up connecting with my face. I flew backwards and landed against the wall.
The vampire grabbed Chris and picked him up. He screamed but the demon ignored his noise and turned his head to the side. I ran at it and rammed the stake in its back. It turned and looked at me. The look in her eyes was one of shock and surprise.
"How...could you?" it muttered and then turned to dust.
"What did she mean by that?" I asked no one in particular.
I looked to Chris and saw tears coming out of his eyes. He was terrified, the poor guy. I knelt down and put my hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I...I don't know...what I'm going to do," Chris muttered.
"You aren't injured," I replied examining his neck.
"Not that...it's...never mind." Chris stood up and walked toward the front of the alley. "You can't help me. I don't think anyone can."
Part of me couldn't help but think what he was talking about had nothing to do with the vampire but more to do with Frankie and Jesse. He walked out of the alley and turned back to the hotel.
I climbed up a nearby fire escape and watched as he went back into the hotel.
I returned home to find Lance sitting on his computer surfing the Internet. "What are you doing?" I asked as I pulled off my mask.
"I'm looking for tuxedos," he replied.
"Online?"
"Sure. You can find the styles you want and order them from your nearest tuxedo store. Or, if you have the money, can have it sent right to your tailor who can alter it to fit your measurements if they change."
"How long does it take to get the tuxes?"
"Depending on the measurements it could take only two weeks. If you have weird measurements, it is a bit longer wait."
I pulled off my suit and put on my robe.
"Did you find any of the designs we talked about earlier?"
"They had this orange cummerbund but it looked nasty. It was a gross orange. I did see a white and black tuxedo but it was different than what you said."
"Hold on," I replied. I took my bat-suit into the other room and hung it up in the closet. Then I came back and knelt down beside him at the computer. "What did it look like?"
Lance clicked a few links and up came a cute black and white tuxedo with a black cummerbund with white paisley throughout. The jacket was black but the lapels were white and it came with a black shirt and white buttons. The pants were black as well.
"That isn't bad at all. It's kind of cute."
"The paisley pattern is in the tie, too," Lance pointed out. "What do you think?"
"I like it," I said. "What about you?"
"I like it, too." Lance printed out an image of the tuxedo. "We can take it to the tuxedo shop tomorrow and see if they can order it and have it shipped to Mississippi and how much it will cost."
Lance shut the computer down and I sat on his lap.
"We have the tuxes picked out already," I said. "Tomorrow we pick out the invitations."
"And set a specific date. Then I can have mom and dad reserve the church for that day. And we will need a place for the reception. Mom and dad will know what place would be nice."
"Life is getting more and more perfect."
"And it is all because we are together."
I bent down and kissed Lance. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, carrying me over to the bed. He laid me down and curled up next to me where we kissed for a while and played with each other.
To Be Continued...
I still need suggestions for Eric's best man. Currently I'm working on Chapter 27 and I plan to announce who will be Eric's best man in Chapter 30. So far, Justin, Nightwing, and Matt, Eric's best friend, have been suggested.
The halfway mark of "Trials of a Real Dark Knight". I would like to know what you are thinking of this series. I know some were not happy with how long it took for Eric and Lance to get together. I can understand your perspective on that. But not everyone acts the same. Are you happy with how things are going for Eric? The next 25 chapters promise to be very interesting.