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Small Town Lover
By Slashcharlie
The tiny church echoed with the Pastor's booming voice, Lance's head ringing as the sound bounced off the wall behind him. He cringed as the man's fists hit the podium, making his points with a violence and anger that Lance had seen many times before when regarding this particular subject.
"We must drive out the evil homosexual element in our neighborhoods, our schools, and our government!" The old man looked to be close to having a stroke. His face was beet red, the veins in his forehead standing out like a relief map.
[When, oh when, would he be old enough to get out of this place for good?] Lance thought to himself. Then he answered himself, [6 months]. In just under 6 months he'd be 18, and his mother, and his father, and their narrow-minded, hateful ways would be left far, far behind. Maybe then he could find some happiness for himself in this life. Once again he was struck by the irony of being born bisexual in a family that was so straight-laced and traditional-Baptist. Surely God was sitting up there laughing his ass off about it.
No, Lance had decided long ago that these people had to be wrong with their conclusions about God. Weren't they always saying that people could read whatever they wanted into the Bible's words? Why did their god have to be so intolerant and hateful towards his own children? That didn't even make sense. How was he supposed to control who he was attracted to? It wasn't as if he were addicted to a drug, because he'd never actually touched either one, other than the occasional kiss after a date. And that had been only with girls, so far.
Lance shrugged in frustration, knowing he was thinking in circles. In the long run it didn't matter, because it was between God and himself. And his morals, whatever the church believed about "people like him," were very important to him.
Lance was just getting settled down to wait out the end of the service, when an extremely loud motorcycle pulled up somewhere close to the church. It cut out after a moment, and the outer door was flung open. Lance could hear heavy boots clomping through the anteroom, and what sounded like… muttering?
The Pastor paused in his tirade as the sanctuary door creaked open, and a leather-clad individual strode in. There were several gasps in the large room as the man removed his dark glasses and began searching throughout the congregation.
"Mom? I know you're in here, so speak up." He was obviously annoyed, but Lance was amazed at the high tenor coming from this manly-man.
"I'm here, Christopher."
Lance's head, along with everyone else's, snapped up to see Mrs. Kirkpatrick walking up the far aisle. Hmm. He didn't know a whole lot about the woman, but she certainly didn't look old enough to have a son this old. Maybe he could get the scoop from his mom later. The woman reached her son, taking his hand and leading him back through the sanctuary doors, closing them as they went. Just before the doors closed completely, Chris Kirkpatrick's dark, intense eyes caught Lance's curious green gaze. He felt pierced.
Lance maneuvered his beat up red Toyota through the slight Clinton traffic. It was almost 4pm, and he couldn't afford to be late to work again. The studio had a waiting list a mile long of people wanting to apprentice under the famous Joey Fatone. It was only by the grace of God (he thought wryly) that his father knew Joseph, Sr. in college, and could use that pull to get him the job. As it was, his keeping the position was completely resting on his grade point average, regardless of his close friendship with his boss. One screw up, and his cash flow would go "poof."
He pulled into the parking lot, finding a spot next to a huge Harley-Davidson lo-rider. He wondered, in passing, whose bike it was. This was a small studio, but Joey brought in the big names, regardless. Probably some hard rocker from LA that figured it was quiet in Clinton. And he would be right.
Lance rushed past Sonya, the receptionist, waving as he ran down the corridor.
"You made it by 2 minutes, Lansten!" she yelled at his retreating back.
He turned the corner and slid to a stop in front of Joey's office door, taking a moment to breathe deeply, and finger-comb his blonde spikes into some semblance of order.
Feeling a bit more settled, he knocked and entered.
"Jesus, Lance. Did you run the whole way again?" Joey chuckled at the bright color high on the boy's fair skin, and his heaving chest.
"Um. Heh." Lance blushed prettily, moving slowly to Joey's side table to pick up his work for the day.
"So Lance. I've got a little surprise for you today." Joey sounded pretty excited, so it must be somebody HUGE on the music scene. That's all Joey ever got excited about. Except maybe getting laid. The word "womanizer" was invented for Joey, Lance was sure. "Yeah?" Lance said without turning. He ruffled through his worksheets, doing a little triage in his head. He heard the door to Joey's private bathroom open behind him.
"Lance, I'd like you to meet my oldest and best friend in the world, Chris Kirkpatrick."
Lance whipped around so fast his head spun a bit, the dizziness giving the moment an even more surreal feel.
And there he was. The same leather-clad biker from Sunday morning. He'd finessed the local gossip out of his mother, finding out that Chris and his four sisters had been fatherless for the last 13 years or so, and they'd come here to get away from the craziness of the big city, but that was about it. Now he wondered if maybe Joey had convinced them to come down.
"I saw you at my mom's church." There was that surprising tenor again. Chris stuck out a callused, beringed hand, taking Lance's from where it dangled at his side.
Lance was like a deer caught in headlights, the older man's dark eyes holding him in a heated grip, just like his hot hand held Lance's. He had the sudden, uncompromising urge to throw his arms around this man, and tell him he'd make everything all right. Breaking from Chris' grip, Lance turned and grabbed his work for the day, mumbling "Nice to meet you," as he full-out ran from the room.
Chris turned to glare at Joey's chuckling form, wondering what he could have done to chase the beautiful boy away.
"What the hell did I do?" he growled.
Joey hopped off the edge of the desk where he'd been sitting, throwing an arm around his friend's shoulder.
"I told you he would be skittish, and considering the lovely impression I heard you made at church the other day, it's going to take a while to calm him down."
"I didn't do shit, Joe. I just needed to talk to mom. What's the big fucking deal?" He was unreasonably angry.
Joey flicked Chris' pierced eyebrow, his ear with five rings, his studded leather jacket.
"This-- he waved to encompass it all-- may be normal in New York City, but here you are the frightening underbelly of society. It's a wonder they didn't call the cops when you busted in there." Joey laughed again, wishing he'd been there to see it.
Chris looked a little worried now.
"I saw him there. Almost couldn't keep my mind on what I was there for." He zoned out for a moment, remembering the brief, intense look they'd shared.
He turned back to his best friend.
"I'm too hard for him. He's already scared of me. I'll ruin him." Chris spoke matter-of-factly.
Joey was disgusted.
"Jesus. Dani really fucked you up when she left you. I'm telling you, you're perfect for each other. You've just got to be really careful with him, 'cause I don't think he's been with anyone before. Male or female."
Chris eyebrow rose into his hairline.
"You sure he swings both ways?" It would be really fucked up to try and get close to this boy, only to find out he didn't like boys.
"You have to ask me that Chris? You saw it the same as I did." Joey moved around his desk to finally get back to work. "Why don't you go get something for the three of us to eat. We'll take a break in an hour or so." He was already dialing the phone, his head deep in work again. "Oh! And he's not legal for another 6 months or so, so…" He waved his hand in a suggestive manner.
"He's fuckin' seventeen years old?! Damn, Joe! What the hell do you take me for, a fuckin' cradle robber?!" Chris stalked to the door, ready to leave in an angry huff. He threw open the door to find a shaking Lance on the other side, green eyes wide as saucers, who then dropped his paperwork and took off like a shot down the hall.
"Fuck."
"Fuck is right," Joey echoed behind him. "I hope you didn't just cost me the best assistant I've ever had." He moved past Chris to pick up the scattered papers, catching sight of the sad look on his friend's face as he stood up.
"Don't worry, CK, he'll be back. I'll call him tonight and make sure he's all right. OK?" He patted Chris on the shoulder as he reentered his office.
"Okay," Chris repeated faintly.
Lance could hear his mother on the phone as he entered the kitchen. She waved him over, and handed him the handset before turning back to the stove.
"Hello?" As if he didn't know exactly who it would be.
"Are you alright, Lansten?" Joey sounded properly concerned for his young friend.
"I'm OK Joe." Lance took the phone out on the back porch. Wouldn't do for his parents to get wind of this particular subject.
"I know I should've warned you that Chris was going to be there, but you know as well as I do that you wouldn't have shown up." Lance could hear the affectionate humor in his boss' voice.
Lance DID know that, and he HAD run like hell when confronted with an attractive man. I know it's been a while since we talked about it, so maybe I should ask you again, 'Do you want me to help you find someone?'" Joey sighed a little. "Lansten, I'd never force you into anything, and you know that. I just think you're too sweet for any of the boys I know around here. I don't want to see you get hurt."
"I know you don't, Joe." He knew how much his friend cared about him, and since he'd come out to him, he'd developed a protective streak a mile wide. "And yes, I want you to help me find someone."
"Good." And Joey sounded happy and all brotherly. "Cause I've known Chris a long time, and I think you two would complement each other. It's for sure there's already attraction there."
And he WAS attracted to Chris, a Harley-ridin', leather-wearin', pierced from here to Sunday MAN!
Fuck. And what the hell had he done? Ran like the chicken-shit weasel he was. The man must think he was a complete and total loser.
"Lance? You with me, here?"
"Is… is he mad?" He just couldn't say anything else. It was too embarrassing.
Joey chuckled. "Oh no. In fact, he was a little worried that he'd scared you away for good."
Lance grinned. That was actually kinda sweet. For such a tough-looking guy, he was turning out to be a big softy.
"Will he be there tomorrow too?" Damn if he didn't sound like a 7th grader deep in the throes of his first crush.
"He'll be there a lot. He's part of a band that's recording with us right now. Cool, huh?" Joey was entirely too pleased with himself.
"Yeah cool. See you tomorrow then." Lance couldn't wait to get off the phone and go think about this.
Lance lay in his bed, enjoying the evening breeze blowing through the open window, thinking about seeing Chris again and what that might entail. He could actually have someone to go out with; not that he'd had a whole lot of experience with that, in ANY form. It was just too dangerous in a tiny town like Clinton, to go out looking for some boy action. Which is why he'd agreed to let Joey help him out. Though the man was perpetually straight, he was also a friend with everyone in town-- including those who frequented the one gay establishment on the edge of town.
Unfortunately, Joey had pronounced everyone unfit for Lance, citing his sweet nature and tender heart and the main reasons. Joey said he needed someone who would love him like he should be loved-- completely, and for the long haul.
Lance smiled at friend's romantic side. Too bad he couldn't seem to settle with a girl that way.
His thoughts drifted back to Chris, and the stunning fact that Joey had said they were perfect for each other. Lance guessed that to mean that the dark-haired man had those elusive qualities that Lance's delicate nature required.
Lance snorted. He knew he was young, and extremely inexperienced, but he didn't really think of himself as fragile or anything like that. It was just nice to have a good friend like Joey, who cared enough to keep him out of trouble.
Now that he'd seen, and met, Chris, he could see that maybe his lonely stretch was coming to an end. The older man's image held a strange aural glow in Lance's mind, as if he had some indefinable quality that made him something more than just a man. Lance knew it was a little naÏve, but when he held that warm, strong, callused hand, and looked deep into those dark eyes, he felt his soul stir. That deep PURPOSE, that everyone held within his or her psyche, was moved into being. There was a presence about this man that drew Lance to him, and connected them in indescribable ways.
Laughing at his melodramatic thoughts, he also admitted to himself that Chris turned him on something fierce. The moment their hands met, Lance's insides twisted. It wouldn't have taken much more to make him a puddle of goo on the floor. He'd had the oddest desire to lick that dark goatee, or curl his tongue around those hoops hanging from Chris' ears.
Lance glanced down at the sudden tent in his boxers, smiling at his response to thoughts of Chris. He slid a hand under the waistband of his pants, gripping his erection with an accompanying hiss of pleasure. He stroked himself slowly, wondering if he would soon find out what it felt like to have someone else touch him like this.
The image of Chris, standing in front of him, dark eyes piercing him, warm hand grasping his, sent him over the edge, thick, ropy, white strings of come reaching nearly to his chin, he came so hard. He gasped for breath for a moment, before getting shakily up and changing his underwear and disposing of the wet pair where his mother wouldn't come across them. Lance felt strangely satisfied. Usually after touching himself he felt empty, and even more lonely than normal. This time it was totally different, leaving him with a sense of belonging that he'd never experienced before. He had to conclude that it had something to do with his thoughts of Chris.
He lay back down, drifting off to a pair of dark brown eyes and a beautiful tenor voice.
Joey got off the phone with Lance feeling much better about the whole mess. His blonde protege was predictable, even to himself, and Joey knew he'd been right to surprise Lance with Chris. He had a feeling it would all turn out fine. Regardless of the circumstances, the two WERE perfect for each other.
Lance was the faithful, stable, affectionate boy Chris needed after being hurt so badly by the bitch, Dani (may she rot in hell), and Chris was the experienced, protective, exciting man Lance didn't know he needed. Joey knew what a horrible scandal it would be when Lance came out to his parents and the town-- bi or not. Chris would love him through it, Joey was sure. A more stubborn, tenacious man had never been born, or at least Joey'd never met him.
Stepping out onto the front porch of his large, two-story home, full now with Chris, his mother, and four sisters, Joey eyed the scruffy, pierced man on the porch swing. His face was hidden in the shadows, but the younger man could sense the tense alertness in Chris' body. He was really concerned about Lance. Joey smiled to himself as he realized Chris' had already fallen for the blonde boy. How perfect.
"So what did he say?"
Joey smiled at the hopeful tone in his friend's voice.
"He's fine, Chris. I told you, he's skittish. He's never been in a relationship before, and hell, he just came out to me a couple of months ago." Joey eased down on the swing next to Chris, feeling the steel-sprung tenseness his friend exuded when nervous or anxious.
"Jesus." Chris moved restlessly, as if he just couldn't get comfortable. "He's so fucking fresh, and beautiful-- I'm just so afraid I'll fuck him up, Joe. And I know a lot of this comes from Dani," he assured his buddy, "but it's going to be hard for him to deal with all of this," he waved his hand to encompass everything around them, "what with coming out, maybe being with me, turning eighteen--" he trailed off sharply. "Shit. He's a virgin?" He stared expressionlessly at Joey.
The other man nodded, and both sat in silence for a while, deep in their own contemplation of the situation.
Chris spoke quietly, unsteadily, "It's gonna be hard, Joe. What if I can't protect him? What if he gets messed up, or hurt, when it all gets out?" Joe didn't reply, so the older man continued, even lower, "He's mine, I think. When I saw him the first time, there was something--" He shrugged, taking a quick drink of his beer. "I don't know how to explain it, just that it's there. And he felt it, too."
Shaking his head, he stood abruptly. Joey watched him silently.
"Where does he live?"
Joe's eyes widened in alarm.
"Um, Chris? Definitely NOT a good idea. His parents would freak over you showing up at their house, let alone getting woke up by that bike." This cold get screwed up pretty quickly if his friend wasn't patient.
"I need to go over there. Don't worry, I won't knock on the door, and I'll take your jeep. OK?" He waved Joey away. "I just need to-- well, I'm not sure what I need, but I'll figure it out."
Chris grabbed the keys off the hook beside the door, heading out to the garage.
Lance woke shortly after he fell asleep, feeling the silence of the house, his parents being early-to-bed types. The moonlight shone through his window, giving everything a silvery gleam, as if he were still in the strange black and white dream world he'd just left. He lay there for a few moments, wondering why he was awake, when he heard a funny click on his windowpane. As he stared, what looked like a pebble clicked on the glass again, and Lance grinned, suddenly knowing exactly what was going on.
Throwing on a pair of sweatpants, he silently crept down the stairs, thankful for his father's insistence that the house be kept in top condition. No creaks. He moved through the front hall, his heart pounding in his ears as he cracked open the well-oiled front door and slipped out on the porch.
Chris was standing a few feet from the steps, arm cocked back in preparation for another pebble toss. He froze for a moment before lowering his arm and dropping the pebbles he'd gathered. His eyes were black holes in his face, the darkness taking away the details Lance longed to see, and touch.
"I feel about 12 right now," Chris' tenor was soft and low, and a bit embarrassed.
Lance just glided down the steps, drawn inexorably closer to this dark, intense man. He reached for his hand, pulling him silently around the house to the back yard.
"Where are we--?"
"Shhh--" It wouldn't do for Mrs. Peterson next door to wake up and see the two of them out here in the moonlight, holding hands. No siree.
The grass was damp under his feet, and he was suddenly very aware of how little clothing he was wearing. Sneaking a glance at Chris, he found the man staring at him unabashedly, his gaze moving over the boy's face and chest to rest on his thin sweats. Lance's belly flip-flopped, and his dick twitched in reaction.
There weren't too many places to hide in the bright moonlight, but Lance knew what he was looking for. The weeping willow in his parents' back yard had been a favorite hiding place of his since childhood, and that is exactly where he led Chris, holding the curtain of long drooping leaves aside with one hand as he guided the man into the soft darkness within. Lance followed, letting the opening close behind him. They were thrown into almost complete darkness, broken only by tiny cracks that let in faint light. It was deeply intimate.
Chris' voice floated out of the void, plaintive, "But I can't see you."
"Do you need to SEE me?" Lance still held Chris' hand, and wondered if the man could feel his trembling.
Chris' other hand found Lance's face, his fingers gently tracing the bone structure.
"Yes. Beautiful things should be looked at." He ran his fingertips over Lance's jaw, and down his throat, smiling to himself as the boy tilted his head back to give him more access. He couldn't help but ask, "May I kiss you, beautiful?"
"Please," Lance breathed, pressing closer.
Their lips came together softly, gently, with a trembling hesitancy that made Chris' heart pound nearly out of his chest. Lance's lips were like warm velvet, pressing insistently against his, the pure innocence of the kiss like a shaft of light in his chest, his heart opening up for the first time since Dani hurt him so badly.
He was already in love with this boy, and he'd just barely met him.
Lance's arms crept around Chris' waist, slipping under the ever-present leather jacket to press warm hands against his lower back. Chris moaned, his pants suddenly much too snug in the crotch.
"Chrisss," Lance breathed against his lips, the younger man's entire body trembling in reaction.
Chris buried a hand in Lance's blonde hair, gripping it for better leverage in their continuing kiss. He licked at the corner of the boy's mouth, begging for entrance, which was immediately given. Chris' tongue slipped silkily between Lance's soft lips, finding his tongue and drawing it into a passionate dance.
They remained locked together for long moments, finally pulling apart for some much-needed air. Chris left his hand in the boy's hair, gasping as he touched his beard-shadowed skin against Lance's smooth cheek. Chris' lips nuzzled the blonde's soft ear, murmuring to him.
"What have you done to me, baby?" Chris licked the earlobe at his lips, continuing, "It's like you were made just for me, and I'm already lost."
Chris words galvanized Lance into action. He turned to lick Chris' neck, placing his hands firmly on the man's waist. "I-- I need-- I want--," Lance moved back to Chris' mouth, licking at his lips and the dark goatee below them.
"What? What do you need, baby?" Chris whispered as he stroked Lance's arms, and face. He was already sluggish with desire, his head spinning with the feeling of Lance's lips on his skin.
"I need-- to touch you-- Chris." Lance pulled back to search for Chris' dark eyes, the lack of light making things softer, hidden. Lance wanted to stay here, hidden with him, and find out what love was all about.
Chris pulled Lance close to him, wrapping him in his arms and holding him tightly. It was all he could do to keep himself from giving in to his own needs, let alone Lance's. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he was touched like this. With so much care, and love. He wondered if Dani had EVER held him like this.
Lance hummed with happiness as Chris held him, finally feeling like he belonged somewhere. Right here, in this man's arms.
"Baby, I'd do almost anything to have you touch me, but we've got lots of time for that." Chris leaned back, wishing he could look Lance in the eye. The boy seemed confused. "I don't want this to be just about sex, Lance. Especially with you being new at all this." Chris kissed the boy's lips tenderly, just barely touching his mouth. "Is it OK if we take this slow?"
Lance decided to be as honest as he possibly could, and just hope Chris didn't laugh him out of town.
"I only know that if I can't touch you, I'm going to go nuts." He waited for Chris openly, hiding nothing from him. "It's not enough to touch myself while thinking about you. It's good, but not enough."
Chris groaned, his knees seeming to buckle of their own accord. He sank to the floor, mumbling to himself as he began untying the waist of Lance's sweatpants.
"Have to take care of that then, won't we--"
The tie came loose, and the thin pants slid easily over Lance's hips, falling to the floor in a limp pile around his ankles. The boy held his breath as Chris ran his hands up the legs of Lance's boxers, skimming over the smooth skin of his hips and thighs. Made it hard to breathe, as Chris' right hand curled around Lance's left hip, rubbing gently over the sharp swell of a hipbone, searching for, and finding, the boy's painfully hard cock.
"Fuck-- Chris!" Lance whimpered, his hips jumping at each and every movement of Chris' gentle fingers. His fingers dug into Chris' shoulders, scrabbling for purchase.
Chris wished he could SEE the fairly large, and he was sure quite beautiful, cock in his hands, but he could be content with just touching it, for now.
"Oh, oh Christ," Lance whispered, as the older man spread copious amounts of pre-cum all over the velvet shaft of Lance's cock. The feeling was incredible, and Lance wondered how he'd EVER lived without it.
Chris' hand pulled faster, giving a little twist at the end that made Lance shudder. He knew the boy was close, could feel the trembling in his limbs, the sweat running down his back, despite the cool of the evening.
"Come on, baby. Come for me," he crooned up at his blonde love. "Give me a little something more to dream about tonight."
Lance groaned, deeply, coming hard, his seed spurting over Chris hand, and his shorts.
Chris stood, slowly, slipping his hand out of Lance's boxers, carefully. He sucked on his fingers, relishing the salty essence of his trembling lover.
"You taste like heaven, baby." Chris wrapped a warm hand around Lance's neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss, letting the boy taste himself on Chris' tongue. Lance purred, deep in his throat, sucking lightly on Chris' tongue. They remained like that for long moments, neither wanting to leave the other.
Lance finally pulled back enough to lick at Chris' lips, hum in in his low voice. He asked, "Will you be at the studio tomorrow?" in between nuzzles against the older man's goateed chin.
Chris nodded, running shaky fingers through Lance's spiky hair, the other hand pulling him closer, as if they could merge into one body.
"We'll have a quiet lunch, and talk about this." He stroked the boy's back, delighting in the soft skin over firm muscles.
Lance stilled.
"This?"
Chris spoke directly into the shell of Lance's ear.
"You're very young, Lance." He knew it was the wrong thing to say the minute it left his mouth.
Lance pulled away, stuttering, "But you-- I thought-- " he cut himself off abruptly, and Chris could hear the boy pulling his sweatpants back up. He was gone before Chris knew what had happened, the willow leaves brushing his legs as they swung back.
Shit.
Joey found Chris where he'd left him the night before, on the porch. But this time he looked anguished instead of just worried. Something had obviously happened to change things. He just couldn't imagine what.
"I fucked up royal, Joe. I fucked up, and he'll probably never be with me. And god, I need him. I need him, Joe." Chris looked up at him with eyes full of unshed tears, something Joe had never seen in all the years he'd known his friend.
"Chris? What happened?"
"I-- I went over to his house last night. You know, just to talk to him." Chris looked sheepish for a moment. "I just couldn't get him out of my head. He's so beautiful it makes my chest ache."
It made Joey smile a little to know that he'd been so right about how well his two friends would get along. Now to fix whatever problem had come up.
"So you went to see him. Was he mad? Did his parents see something they shouldn't?"
Chris shook his head sadly. "It was good until I opened my mouth." He snorted in disgust at himself. "We kissed, he let me touch him, and then I told him we'd talk about it tomorrow." His eyes raised to Joey's again. "He ran, Joe. I must've said it wrong, cause he ran away from me."
Joey patted Chris on the shoulder, trying his best to show some comfort to his oldest friend. "First of all-- TMI. Second of all, I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding. We'll go into the office, and I'll call him into my office, and you will straighten it out." He hoped he sounded confident, because he knew Lance could be sensitive, but the boy wasn't stupid. He must've been very emotional, though. VERY emotional.
"You think he'll talk to me? Listen to me?" The dark-haired man sounded so hurt, so anxious. "I'll make sure you two have some time together, Chris, but you'll have do the talking. It's between you and Lance." Joey turned to go back in the house. "Now get a shower and let's go to the studio."
Chris sat for a while longer, staring out at the brightening dawn, and wondering if he'd fucked up his chance for happiness.
Lance was angry. He was angry with Chris for playing with his feelings, and he was even angrier with himself, for falling for a man simply on the strength of his own intuition. He should have known better than to trust himself. He was a loser, just like always.
Lance wiped all expression from his face as he entered the studio, deciding all over again that no one could see how badly he was hurt by Chris' words. He walked through the doors, waving hello to the receptionist as he always did, and then heading for Joey's office.
As he opened his boss' door, he just hoped that he could handle seeing Chris without bursting into tears. He had little enough respect in this world as it was.
He glanced over at Joey's desk, noting the absence of his boss. Not strange, since Joey insisted on having his hands on nearly every aspect of the business. Must be doing it right, if they were making this much money.
The washroom door opened, and--
Oh shit, there was Chris.
Lance turned back to the door, intending on running until his legs gave out. He was stopped by Chris' low voice.
"Please don't run from me again."
Lance paused with his hand on the doorknob, waiting to see what the older man had to say. He hated himself for it, but he had to know why the man he'd fallen for, the man who had such a hidden sweetness within him, the man who kissed Lance with such heat and tenderness, who's fingers on Lance's body had given him such mind-blowing pleasure-- why this man had rejected him. Even if it tore his heart open again.
Lance spoke without turning.
"Why did you touch me?"
Chris' eyes widened, his hands reaching out as if in supplication.
"I couldn't help myself." He paused, hoping Lance would look at him, but the younger man didn't move. "When I walked into that church, I couldn't help but see you. You were like a beacon in all of that dead religion. I was caught by a pair of lively green eyes, and I fell for a sincere boy." Chris looked at his feet in selfish shame. "I needed to touch you. Need you to touch me." He moved closer to Lance, hoping he wouldn't bolt. "I'm just afraid that you would be settling if you stay with me."
Lance was looking at him over his shoulder, green gaze intense, but he remained silent. Chris knew he had to get it all out.
"You have so much to offer someone, and once you turn 18 you can go out and find a partner who can give you as much back." He laid a shaky hand on the back of his own neck, needing a support for his aching head. "Lance, I'm so fucked up, and you just don't need that. I've never had a relationship that lasted longer than 6 mos., and those ended badly. You deserve better, baby. So much better."
The warm arms that wrapped themselves around his trembling body shocked Chris. He looked up into Lance's eyes, unshed tears making them glassy. The boy moved a hand to the nape of Chris' neck, bringing him close for a tender kiss. Their lips barely touched, but Chris' heart beat painfully in his chest at the emotion expressed.
Lance pulled away far enough to look into the older man's eyes. He could see such love there; love he'd never felt from another person on the planet. Not even his folks. He smiled sweetly as he said, "You're exactly what I want and need, Christopher. And I'm what you need as well. The only question now is: Do you want me? And don't you DARE play the age card again. You've no idea how badly you hurt me last night."
Chris made a small sound of protest, but Lance was having none of it.
"No. For you to touch me like that, bring me to the point of mindlessness, and then turn around and call me a child--" Lance shook his head in denial. "Well, it hurt. A lot."
Chris pulled him back in close, burying his unshaven face in Lance's neck. Lance shivered at the sensation of whiskers against his smooth skin.
"God. Forgive me please, baby?" Chris murmured against warm flesh. His tongue flicked out to taste, drawing another shudder from his love. "I DON'T think you're a child. Hell, you're more man that I am." Chris' lips found Lance's Adams apple, mouthing it gently.
"You WILL forgive me, won't you?"
Lance could barely wrap his mind around the question, what with Chris' hot breath wafting around his earlobes, his soft lips nibbling at the sensitive skin below his ear.
"Um-- I-- forgive you-- yes," he managed to get out before his eyes fell completely closed, and his head tilted of its own accord so that Chris could have better access to his soft throat.
Chris took full advantage of that, nuzzling and kissing at the velvety flesh, his hands buried in Lance's thick blonde hair. The boy moaned a little as Chris' lips traveled back along his jaw line, mouthing the muted edge as he sought out the mouth he so wanted to plunder.
And plunder he did, dipping into the warm, wet depths with a quickly growing passion.
Lance tasted so damn sweet, and his strong, yet soft body rubbing up against Chris' was making him so hard he was actually dizzy.
Too fast. Too fast. Chris' mind was chanting at him with ever-increasing strength. So far he wasn't paying it a whole lot of attention.
Their kiss deepened even further, and suddenly their hands exploded into motion, running up under shirts, pinching nipples with shaky fingers, touching any sliver of flesh within reach.
When Lance began an involuntary thrusting against Chris' hip, the older man knew he had to cool things off. Fortunately, Joey did that for him.
"Ahem."
Chris stiffened, slowly removing his hungry lips from the sweet mouth they wanted to continue pulling at. He watched as Lance's eyelids fluttered, awareness slowly flooding the hot green eyes. As one, they turned to face their friend, each blushing at the delighted grin on Joey's face.
Chris drew Lance close in one arm, instinctively wanting to protect him from an embarrassing situation. The boy's sensitive nature was as obvious as the shaky fingers gripping Chris' jacket.
"Joe-- " Chris said with a slight warning in his voice.
Joey raised his hand up in Chris' direction, palm out.
"Right, right. Don't worry, I'm not gonna say anything to make your boy feel bad." He grinned again, moving fully into his office. "I'm just happy that my two best friends finally found someone. That it's each other is just gravy."
Chris slipped his hand down to Lance's hip, two fingers sliding up into the space between shirt and jeans, where a sliver of skin still showed. A shudder passed through the boy's body at the touch on his warm skin. Lance glanced quickly at Chris, whose burning gaze caught him and held him for long moments.
Joey didn't miss the exchange.
"All right, you two, break it up. There's work that needs to be done."
The two broke apart reluctantly, Lance moving as if in a deep fog. Chris watched him fondly, radiating a happiness that Joey had never seen in him before. It was gratifying to know that he'd brought them together. He turned to his schedule.
"OK you guys, let's get to work."
Lance came down the stairs two-at-a-time, still tucking his shirt into his jeans. Chris was waiting in the livingroom with his parents, and he wasn't sure how that would go. He supposed his parents must suspect something about their relationship, if only because Chris was a biker, but Lance's dedication to school, work, and church had kept them safely at bay so far.
That was about to change.
Today was his 18th birthday, and he planned on celebrating it the way HE wanted -- in his boyfriend's arms. His heartrate sped up at the thought of Chris' kisses -- and hopefully more, now that he was legal. Chris had been remarkably restrained when it came to their physical relationship. As frustrating as it was for both of them, Chris hadn't touched Lance sexually since that first night under the willow tree. He'd informed his new boyfriend that he should take this time to think about what it would mean to be in a relationship with Chris, and whether or not it was truly what he wanted for his life. Lance had done just that, using his time, and the beautiful, sweet kisses that Chris WOULD allow, to search within himself for all of the reasons why he had fallen so hard for the man.
Tonight he planned on showing him all of those reasons in a very decisive way. He'd spent his first morning as an 18-year-old on the phone, making arrangements for his first overnight with Chris. Now he just had to inform his parents.
Lance found everyone in the family room, caught in an awkward silence. His parents were still fairly unsure what his relationship with Chris was, and so weren't ready with conversational topics. Chris was simply a man of few words, and so, comfortable in a quiet room.
Lance paused at the archway leading into the room, grabbing his keys from the side table basket. He looked pointedly at his man, Chris standing up abruptly.
"You ready?"
Chris nodded, and they headed toward the front door. Lance heard his mother's surprised sound, and knew his father was about to speak.
"Where are you going, son?" And Lance was relieved to note that his father was more curious than anything else. Lance's "good son" habits had paid off.
Lance turned, waving Chris on. He knew his boyfriend would want to get the bike ready anyway. Lance faced his father, ready to tell the truth as far as he could. Big lies were hard to carry off, and anyway, that just wasn't his style.
"I'm taking a little birthday trip, Dad." Lance smiled brightly, knowing instinctively that he should show complete confidence.
"Birthday trip? I don't remember you asking your mother and me if you could do this." His dad sounded just the tiniest bit annoyed, as well he should. Lance had NEVER "not asked."
"It's a trip I've been wanting to make for a few years, but I know how you feel about my being away from home, so I didn't ask." Lance bent down to pick up the duffel he'd dropped by the front door, earlier. Wouldn't do to forget THIS bag. "Figured I'd wait until I was an adult so you wouldn't have to worry about me."
And of course, his parent could say absolutely nothing about this, except --
"It would've been nice to at least inform us of your plans, son." His father was dying to rag him, he could tell. "Just make sure that you're back here in time for your party tomorrow night." And Lance could hear the steel in the older man's voice. It meant obey, or else.
"I'll be here, sir. You know how dependable I am." Lance opened the door and stepped outside. "See you tomorrow!" he threw back over his shoulder. Then the door closed, and he and Chris were home free.
Chris was waiting for him on the warm, rumbling bike, a huge grin on his face. Lance quickly tied his duffel on the back before throwing a leg over and sliding up behind Chris. He was already hard as granite, and groaned at the pressure and friction against Chris' ass.
"Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?" the big imp chuckled out, wiggling his leather-clad hips back into Lance's crotch. He grinned at Lance's gasp.
Chris backed out of the driveway, gunning the bike down the street, and Lance thanked God for good mufflers, or the Harley would've had the entire nborhborhood up. They sped out of town, catching the interstate and following it north towards the coast. Lance had reservations at a little inn on the beach that catered to the gay community, and he couldn't wait to get Chris and himself into a bed together, naked. He was nearly shaking with anticipation.
The bike rumbled under them, a constant source of stitiontion and heat for their already-over-stimulated bodies. Lance thought he might be driven insane if not for the chill of the wind they rode into. It cooled them down enough to function until they reached their room.
Lance had his arms wrapped tightly around Chris' midsection, his face pressed between his boyfriend's shoulderblades. It was warm and comfortable, with Chris's unique smell enveloping him. He felt secure enough to move his hands around a little bit, touching his love the way he so enjoyed. He found the hem of Chris' T-shirt, sliding both hands underneath it to rest on the man's warm belly. The abdominals quivered as Lance stroked them lightly with his fingers.
"Lance," he heard in the helmet radio. "Are you planning on making it to the inn, or should I just crash the bike here?" The fond amusement in Chris' voice made the blonde grumbly.
"I want to touch you, Chris. Dammit, it's been almost 6 months!" Lance was tired of waiting!
Chris tried to be soothing.
"We'll be there soon, baby, and then you can touch me all night long." He pulled one of Lance's hands up under the helmet visor, kissing and licking at the soft, slender fingers.
"Jesus." Lance shivered, his dick getting even harder. He shifted himself against Chris' ass, wishing that they were already naked.
"You like that, baby?" Chris sucked two of the fingers into his mouth, rolling his tongue around them sensually. He moaned with enjoyment before slowly, slowly, removing the fingers, and replacing Lance's hand on his belly.
"Fuck, Chris. I think I just came in my pants."
Chris chuckled sexily. "The first of many, my boy. I hope you have a good recovery rate, cause I plan on keeping you up all night." And he gunned the engine up a little faster, wanting to get them there as quickly as possible.
Lance held on for dear life.
They reached the inn just before 10 o'clock, the breeze off the ocean a cool counterpoint to their still-vibrating bodies. They each grabbed a duffel, eagerly carrying them to the door. Chris pulled Lance in for a quick, hot kiss before entering. Lance held his bag in front of himself, knowing he was ridiculously obvious.
Chris was talking to the guy at the desk, who had an appreciative grin on his face for Lance. Chris stepped between them, holding his hand out for the key with a pointed look. The man grinned sheepishly, shrugging off his interest.
"Have a nice stay, gentlemen," and he winked at Lance.
Chris grumbled, shoving past Lance and heading up the stairs. Lance chuckled deep in his chest, following his boyfriend as the older man stomped down the hall to the last door on the right.
Lance wrapped his arms around Chris' waist, leaning his chin on a warm shoulder. Chris fumbled with the key, still grumbling under his breath. Lance grinned at the jealousy.
"I love you," he whispered in Chris' ear.
The dark-haired man froze. After a moment he methodically unlocked the door, and the two of them entered the room, dropping their bags by the door. Lance pushed the door closed, watching Chris' apprehensively. There had been no other response, and Lance was becoming concerned that he'd done something he shouldn't have. His sensitive feelings were tweaked, and his eyes grew glassy with unshed tears as he observed Chris. The man sat on the bed and put his head in his hands, as if he had some horrible problem that couldn't be fixed. Lance stood waiting patiently for the verdict, hoping that his heart wasn't about to be broken beyond repair.
Lance lost control for a moment, heaving a sob before clamping down on his emotions again. Chris sat straight up, his head whipping around at the sad sound. His eyes widened at his boyfriend's trembling figure.
"Baby?" Chris held a hand out to his beautiful boy, pulling Lance down to the bed beside him.
"Did I say it too soon?" He looked at Chris with real fear in his eyes. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just felt it so strongly, especially when you got jealous, and I needed you to know."
"Shit Baby, I'm sorry about that." A strange, disturbed look passed over Chris' face for a moment. "I've just got a really painful memory attached to those words." He gazed into Lance's beautiful, apple green eyes, seeing the concern written there. "I've only heard them from one person other than you and my family, and that person left me the next day."
"Dani -- the one Joe was talking about." Lance wondered if he could possibly find this -- Dani -- and beat the shit out of them for hurting Chris.
Chris seemed to sink in on himself. "Yeah. Dani." He leaned down until his head was almost between his legs. "She told me she loved me, and then left me 'for my own good.'" He snorted derisively. "Not sure what the fuck that meant, but figured she had a good reason."
Lance was horrified, and made secret plans for -- Dani.
"She must've been pretty fucked up in the head to do something that awful. But she's getting her payback in missing out on you." Lance smiled at his boyfriend, willing him to see, feel, taste, smell and hear the happiness and joy he felt around Chris. Not to mention the almost constant hardon he had whenever the man was around.
Chris crooked a half-smile at his boyfriend. "Is that right?" He turned toward Lance, his heart overflowing with love for this beautiful boy. Lance's caring nature was always a balm for the hurts that Chris was still healing from.
Lance smiled blindingly, nodding his answer, kneeling before Chris' knees.
"I'm VERY fucking glad that Dani was an idiot." Lance's hands ran up Chris' legs, coming to rest on his muscular thighs.
Chris lifted an eyebrow at the younger boy.
"Very FUCKING glad?" His amusement was palpable. And his legs were warm and trembling under Lance's palms. He wished the boy (man now) would continue sliding those hands up…
Lance raised up on his knees, bringing himself eye-level with Chris. The blonde's green eyes were luminous with want. He wrapped a hand around the back of Chris' neck, pulling him slowly toward his mouth.
"We'll talk about the fucking, later," and latched on to Chris' lips like a starving man. Lance's tongue sought entrance to his soon-to-be-lover's mouth, slipping in to stroke the sensitive roof, slide slickly over his teeth. Both men groaned at the intimate contact. Lance held Chris' head firmly, while his boyfriend's fingers scrabbled for purchase on Lance's back.
Chris almost regretted teaching Lance to kiss-- almost-- because the boy was downright deadly now. Those soft pink lips caressed his own so tenderly, before his tongue dove in and fucked his mouth with a raw, dirty flavor. His boyfriend was a study in contrasts, and tonight he planned on making him even MORE complex and interesting. That is, if he didn't blow his own cap off in the process.
Chris buried his fingers in Lance's thick blonde hair, gripping his head firmly. He needed to slow this train down a little bit, so that his virginal boyfriend could have the wonderful first time that he deserved. Chris broke the kiss for a moment, his dick jumping at the whimper coming from deep in Lance's chest.
"S'okay, baby. Just take a deep breath, and slow it down for me," Chris breathed against soft, wet lips.
Lance nodded, his eyes a strange dark green, his face flushed with desire.
They came back together slowly, their lips gently brushing each other with promise. Chris tongue slipped out to lick along the crease of Lance's mouth, seeking entrance. The boy opened to him gladly, briefly sucking on his tongue before allowing Chris to explore his teeth, lick along the sensitive roof of his mouth. The kiss grew deeper, each trying to seemingly climb inside of the other, growing drunk on the taste of each other's mouth.
Chris finally drew away, gasping for breath as he attached his wet lips to Lance's stubbled jaw. He licked at the stiff hair, loving the roughness on his tongue. Lance groaned as his lover licked up his throat to the sensitive patch under his ear. Chris nibbled at the soft earlobe, Lance's moans sending chills down his spine straight to his already painful dick.
Lance started pulling on his shirt, so he moved back to quickly yank it over his head, never moving very far from Lance's warm lips. The blonde boy ran his hands wonderingly over Chris' bare shoulders, the older man shivering in reaction. Lance's fingers danced lightly down his boyfriend's chest, the boy joyful at finally having the chance to touch the man he loved.
"Want you. Want to leave my hands on you for days."
Chris grew dizzy on this boy's words, his soft fingers drawing path of fire on Chris' body.
"Love you, Lance. Need you, baby."
Chris quickly pulled Lance's shirt over his head, leaning down to suck a light brown nipple between his lips. It pebbled quickly, it's owner moaning deeply. Chris widened his hands around Lance's waist, covering as much skin as he could possibly reach.
Lance had both hands in Chris' spiky black hair, gripping it with spasmodic fingers. The tight pull against his scalp was a strange counterpoint to the throbbing of his aching dick. Chris sat back, pulling Lance to his feet in front of him. The boy's flat belly was a delicacy he was no longer prepared to wait for. His memories of that night so long ago were like a drug; calling him back to the taste and touch that would let him live again. His lips and tongue traced an intricate path across the smooth flesh, dipping into Lance's belly button to swirl a moment, before tracing the waistband of his jeans. Lance's moans had Chris' dick jumping nearly out of his pants.
"Please-- Chris--" Lance had a death grip on the older man's dark hair, his hips already doing a slow, sensual thrust against Chris' chest.
TBC…
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