When will I cross the line? Chapter Two
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Ok? (Whoooo! *Patrick wipes sweat on his forehead.)
And now, we will continue with the story.
Last Chapter . . .
"Who is it?"
"It's Justin." Lance's eyes widened.
(WHAT?! What is he doing here?) Lance thought as he crammed picking up his scattered clothes on the floor and placed it in a big wide vase. He fixed his hair and closed his eyes, trying to get calm. Lance opened the door.
"My car broke down a few blocks from here then this rain came. Lance can I stay the night?" Justin said, dripping wet from head to foot. He noticed Lance's muscular body. It has been a long time since he saw Lance half - naked in front of him. (Lance might have been training in the gym for a long time.) Justin thought to himself.
"S-sure." Lance said trying to look and stay calm. "We will call a mechanic to fix your car by tomorrow morning." Lance said, checking Justin drenched from the rain, his torso showing out from the white shirt that he is wearing.
"Thanks," Justin said and entered the house. "And by the way . . . nice abs." He smiled.
Lance was stunned and felt as if a gong struck him. Lance blushed. That smile. The only smile that can make Lance Bass' heart thump faster.
He sighed and closed the door. Happy with himself, he led Justin to his room.
"Sorry Jus, the guest room is filled with stuff so you have to stay in my room" Lance said feeling more confident since Justin commented on his body.
"That's fine."
"And we have to sleep together in one bed."
Justin smiled. "What's the big deal?"
Justin followed Lance to door to his bedroom.
"I can't sleep with these on." The once curly - haired boy said and started to take - off his clothes. "Won't you mind?" he asked.
"Sure. I w-wont." Lance started to breathe deeper again and stuttered just like he usually do when Justin is around. He turned his back and looked at his wardrobe.
As each piece of clothing fell to the floor, parts of Justin's body were exposed to the air.
When nothing was left on Justin except his boxer shorts,
"UH! It's still drenched!" He took it off.
"I think you should try this on." Lance faced Justin and dropped the pajamas he was supposed to lend him. Justin stood there caressing his balls and playing with his cock, grinning at Lance.
"Lance, do you find me sexy?" Justin said as he slowly walk towards Lance, still playing with himself.
"Y-y-yeah . . . K-kinda . . . S-sort of . . ." came the stuttering reply of the seduced singer, his cock hard from what he is seeing.
"Well, I find you attractive enough to be my dinner tonight, sweetie." Justin said, his hands caressing Lance's chest.
A gasp escaped Lance's mouth.
"Lance . . ." Justin said as he gently nibbled his bandmate's neck.
"J-Justin . . ." Lance tried to protest.
"I know you want this, just enjoy my body." He continued to kiss him as he took off Lance's boxer shorts and exposed his seven-inch cock.
"Wow, you've got a big one."
Justin started to stroke Lance's cock slowly.
"You like this huh? You like this?"
"Y-yes . . . Ohhh . . .Justin. Ohhhhhh"
"Good Lance, good. You are behaving like the way I want you."
He started to caress Lance's balls and stroked Lance's cock rapidly.
"You want this bitch? Huh? You want this?"
"Yes. . . uhh" Lance said as he receives sexual pleasure from Justin. The younger man stopped and directed Lance until the spike-haired man was face to face with his cock.
"Now Lance be a good bitch and lube this up so that it won't be that hard on both of us." He said, stroking his own cock slowly.
Lance followed and took the head of Justin's eight-inch cock in his mouth, playing with his tongue.
"Mmmm . . ." Lance love the taste of Justin in his mouth. He slowly took in the whole of it. His head started to move back and forth. When he got comfortable with it, he started to move in a much faster pace that Justin, reeling from the pleasure he is receiving from Lance's blowjob, stopped him.
"We want this to last, don't we?"
Lance obediently did as he was told. He stood up.
Justin pulled the cabinet under the lampshade and quickly searchd for something. He was able to find a tube of KY Jelly.
"There you are. Lance lay on your bed." Justin said when he got the gel and while stroking Lance's cock. "We will still be needing this to be sure." He smiled again at Lance who obediently lay at his back on his bed. Lance blushed once again.
Justin positioned himself in front of his band mate's butt. He lubed it with jelly as well as both their cocks.
He thrust his cock at the entrance and started butt-fucking his deep-voiced friend. He didn't care about Lance getting used to his size and length, he just fucked like a sex-hungry teenager.
Lance felt a bit of pain but it was soon replaced by pleasure. Justin stroke Lance's cock with KY Jelly.
Moans and groans were heard coming from the studs and after ten minutes, they both came.
Pfffffffffffftttttt! Ligthning.
"Huh!" Lance sat up from his bed. He felt something sticky inside his shorts. He just came. It was a wet dream. Another wet dream. Lance started to cry again thinking about Justin.
TBC.
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