This is dedicated especially to Korandda, my birthday girl, Izzy, my dearest (to whom a million thanks for the beta), Rob and Dan, Writer Boy, SumSum, Metra, Peter, Ryan, Myoshi, Julienne, Trish, Bethany, and all the other wonderful people who have graced me with their kind and helpful comments. Hell, it's to everybody who takes the time to read it! Enjoy...
Disclaimer: This story is not meant to imply anything about the true sexuality or personal lives of the celebrities mentioned. Adult (m/m) content, probably foul language, don't be illegal, stuff like that. Any likeness to people personally known to me is either purely coincidental and unintended, or not in any way malevolent.
NEEDING YOU CHAPTER 21 By Neqs
After a long shower, a stout breakfast, and some snuggling on the sofa, Lance was ready to head out for the interview.
"It should only take a few hours. Are you sure you'll be okay here, Em?" Lance felt a little silly for asking Marshall that; he if anyone could take care of himself. He was Lance's guest, though, and Lance felt like he was being a bad host, leaving him to fend for himself in a strange hotel room.
Reading his lover like an open book, Marshall refrained from rolling his eyes at Lance's over- protectiveness. "I'll be fine babe, you go to work. I already know what I'm gonna do to keep myself entertained."
Lance took note of his suggestive smirk as he shrugged his coat on. "And what, pray tell, will that be?"
"Oh, I thought I might do some reading, maybe check what's on TV, order myself some ice cream, and plan what I'm gonna do to your sexy body when you get back."
Marshall rattled off the list in a bland tone, but the way his eyes flashed when he got to the last point made Lance gulp. His mind already on the moment he returned, he blinked at his lover distractedly and headed for the door. A pointed cough stopped him before he reached the door. He turned to find Marshall right behind him with arms crossed across his chest and an eyebrow raised, all but tapping his foot.
"Forgetting something?" Marshall's half playful, half arch words made Lance rack his brain.
"Um-"
"Let me remind you." And then Lance was pressed flush against the door by a strong body, his hands held above his head. He suddenly had two tongues in his mouth, hot and wet, sliding against each other with practiced ease, the lip-lock all the more arousing in its unexpectedness. Lance felt like he'd been tossed into a whirlpool of love, lust, and need. He was immersed in the scorching, tumultuous waves of his emotions for the man who made his head spin every time they were together, but still kept him balanced. Well, except when he rocked Lance's world and turned his legs into liquid.
It was a good thing that Marshall didn't let go of Lance when he released his lips, or Lance would have slid onto the floor. He felt like he had no control over his body, and his mind was still tangled in the moment before.
"You-" Marshall augmented his words with a thrust of his hips against Lance's. "You forgot to kiss me goodbye."
"Uh, sorry, won't happen again. Yeah. I mean, no. I mean, I won't forget that. Definitely. Yes."
With a smug smile, Marshall ushered Lance out the door, wishing him a good day. Lance stared at the closed door for a minute. 'A good day'? With the hard-on from hell in his tight jeans and his mind on Marshall, imagining all the things they'd do later? Yeah, right. Rubbing his forehead with a sigh, Lance headed for the lobby. The sooner the interview was over, the sooner he'd come. His balls were already aching, and he cursed Marshall under his breath in the elevator even though he smiled all the way down.
The interview was pain. The hands of the clock crawled unbearably slowly and Lance felt like he was wasting away. The questions or the interviewer weren't really any worse than usual, but the image of Marshall waiting in his hotel room tore Lance up. He felt like he was being cheated off his happiness, his life. He tried not to take his frustration out on the fans or the poor guy asking the inane questions, but it was hard to do when his body was screaming for Marshall.
"So, Lance, are you dating anyone right now?" the interviewer asked with a blank, cheerful look on his friendly face. Lance gritted his teeth and felt like biting the guy's head off. 'Oh fuck you very much!' What he said aloud, though, was something along the lines of:
"I haven't really had time to look for a relationship lately, you know? The tour has been keeping us all very busy."
The guy nodded. "Right, right. Well, what do you look for in a girl, then?"
Lance sighed under his breath as he planned an acceptable, yet moderately truthful answer. "I don't really 'look for' a girl. When I meet someone special, I know it right away. Love always comes when you're not looking, doesn't it? What I treasure most is unconditional love, when they can see you at your worst and still love you. Trust is important too, and mutual respect. Without them love cannot flourish into a rare, beautiful thing. And of course there has to be this spark between us, something that makes me believe that anything is possible, makes me believe in forever."
His tone was calm at first, but as he went on, his words picked up the passion he felt about the subject. When he looked away from the window, the others were staring at him. He blushed, embarrassed at speaking so animatedly about his deepest feelings. The interviewer feverishly rummaged his pockets for some tissue until JC took pity on him and handed him one, taking one for himself too. Justin's eyes were moist when he locked gazes with Lance, and immediately all the teasing Lance had endured earlier that morning was washed away.
It had started the minute they laid eyes on him.
"Oh, what a fabulous love bite, Lansten!" Justin squealed in mock excitement. "Where on EARTH could you have gotten a thing like that from, hmm?"
With a weird sense of deja vu, Lance walked to the mirror. Yep, the side of his neck was adorned with a humongous, dark red discoloration that left no doubt of its origins. The make-up people would freak. He smiled at little, feeling nostalgic as he remembered another morning, in another hotel, with another hickey. The man who'd given it to him was the same, though.
He rolled his eyes at Justin's melodramatics. "You know very well where it came from, so cut the act, okay? Thanks for your help by the way."
Justin beamed at his band mate. "No problem. I just LOVE a good romance, and nothing is more romantic than a surprise visit. Well, unless the timing was really bad and you were cheating on him or something, then it would totally suck. But..."
JC coughed into his hand loudly, interrupting Justin's musings. "I'm sure you're right, sweetheart. Now, shouldn't we head for the interview thing?"
Lance was grateful to be able to fervently agree with him.
On the ride back, the limo was quiet as everybody was engrossed in his own thoughts. Lance couldn't get his answer to the relationship question out of his head.
'Forever...I said forever without even having to think about it, and I meant it. He's said it...hasn't he? What if he doesn't think of us like that. We've only really lived in this moment. We haven't talked about our pasts, or discussed the future. What if...'
Lance spent his limo ride in a brooding, melancholy silence. It was not that he didn't believe Marshall loved him, he knew that for a fact. It was forever that was the problem. Forever and whether Marshall had given it any thought in the context of their future together.
Shaking his head in exasperation, Lance berated himself for being such a girl. 'Well, if being a girl means that you're honest about your emotions and unafraid to think in serious, frightening terms like 'forever' or 'commitment', maybe being a girl isn't something to be ashamed of.' Nevertheless, Lance decided not to voice his feelings, unable to risk the chance of Marshall thinking differently.
Lance let his dark mood surround him like a shroud as he made his way to the room, although he couldn't stop a glimmer of anticipation from making him perk up as he neared his destination. He opened the door softly, bracing himself for the inevitable, not in the least unwanted attack. As he'd assumed, he was swept off his feet in a flash and carefully deposited on the bed a second later. Lance just lay there as the gentle, passionate whirlwind of a man possessed his lips and removed his clothes deftly but with lingering, savoring caresses.
"Mine...so beautiful and perfect, I always want you...mine, always..." Lance's heart sank at the murmured words.
'Always' wasn't the same as 'forever'.
Then he chided himself. What difference did a few words make, when the feeling was right? 'What's in a name, the which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet...' He wouldn't think less of a wonderful thing just because he didn't know what to call it. Eternal love. Shared enjoyment. Deep mutual affection. Whatever it was, it was worth it for him.
With that decision firmly in his mind, Lance let himself be carried away by the marvelous sensations his lover's hands and tongue were creating. He let himself be turned onto his stomach, and he gasped and spread his legs further apart without thought when he felt a warm, wet probe between the smooth, firm cheeks of his ass.
Even as he blushed at the idea of what Marshall was doing to him, Lance heard him speak, and wondered for a split second how the man could speak while his tongue was doing all those wonderful, out-fucking-standing things, and so it took him a moment before the words sunk in.
"I could do this forever!"
Lance forced out a breathy laugh. "Your tongue would get terribly tired, babe! Not that I'm complaining, no way!"
He held his breath for the answer he'd told himself he didn't care about, but he did. The words came, interspersed with soft licks, and the hot air over the wet, over-stimulated skin was a sensation in itself. "No, I mean you- I could touch you, love you forever, and still not get enough of you...you're intoxicating...Jamie, baby, you drive me wild with need and then you satisfy it by just being...being mine, mine forever..."
It was as much the words as the oddly arousing conflict between Marshall's sweet words and his actions at the same time that made Lance moan, a long, guttural sound of raw need that ended with something that sounded much like a wracking sob.
"Jamie, are you okay?"
"Oh, yes! I've never been better in my entire life... Though I'd feel even better with your big cock inside of me!" Lance accompanied his words with a coy/smoldering look over his shoulder. The flutter of eyelids over glimmering, pale green eyes, and the voice thick with lust and more tender emotion made Marshall whimper helplessly as he hurriedly prepared himself and slid his hot rod inside the velvety smoothness of Lance's moist tunnel. One smooth thrust, and they both moaned at the indescribable feeling of oneness, held still by the magical aura surrounding the moment.
Then the moment was gone, but not forgotten, and Marshall started to rhythmically thrust into Lance's responsive body, which arched back into him. Relishing the deep penetration, Lance moaned and squirmed, wanting to be even closer to the other man. As if he had read his mind, Marshall carefully spread his entire body over Lance's, supporting most of his own weight on his knees and elbows. There, joined deeper than ever before they moved together like a well-oiled engine rolling inexorably towards a shattering climax.
It was evening. Lance had decided that while spending the entire day in bed was very nice, they should sometimes at least try to act like civilized people and do normal stuff. Well, maybe they weren't the most normal of people, a pop star and a hugely popular rapper, but anyway. What Lance wanted, Marshall was eager to give him, and snuggling in front of the TV and chatting wasn't a big sacrifice.
They were sitting back to front, Lance leaning against Marshall's firm chest. They were content just to sit there enjoying each other's closeness, relaxing, and sharing lazy caresses when they felt like it. They talked about their families, exchanging stories of childhood adventures. Finally the topic drifted to music.
"Aerosmith."
"Hmm?" Lance moved so he could see his lover's face.
"I love Aerosmith."
"Me too! I never would've guessed that you liked them too." They shared a happy smile, pleased to have found out something new about each other, something for just the two of them.
"Of all their albums, I think I like 'Nine Lives' best. What do you think, babe?"
"'Big Ones', definitely 'Big Ones.' I first thought it was a greatest hits collection or something; the songs are so amazingly good! Their lyrics are sublime... But seriously? Steven Tyler, man. His lips make me want to swoon," Lance confessed with a dreamy smile.
Marshall regarded his lover affectionately, amused at the revelation. "James, I'm shocked! He's such a dirty old man with a disproportionate mouth!"
"Is not!" Lance loyally defended his crush. "He's an amazing artist...with amazing lips!"
"Really? What about my lips?" Marshall pouted. Lance pecked his lips playfully, giggling as he refused to deepen the kiss. Marshall pouted some more, but then he got an idea.
Lance was puzzled when Marshall pushed him away gently and got up from the couch. He hadn't meant to really upset Marshall, he knew Lance was just playing, right? He followed with worried and confused eyes as his lover disappeared towards the bedroom, only to emerge a minute later with a CD. He put it in the stereo, and as the first strains of 'Walk On Water' rang out, Lance broke into a wide grin.
"Oh, Em!" He made to rise and reach for his lover, but Marshall gestured him to stay where he was.
"Hush, babe. There something I wanna say." He skipped a few songs, and when number seven started playing, he sang along.
"There was a time When I was so brokenhearted Love wasn't much of a friend of mine The tables have turned, yeah 'Cause me and them ways have parted That kind of love was the killing kind I know all I need to know by the way that I got kissed"
Lance gaped at him until Marshall stopped singing and smiled sheepishly. "I won't sing the rest of the song, it's not really appropriate for how I feel right now. So, what did you think?"
Lance beamed at him and clapped his hands. "More please!"
Marshall flashed him a smile and paused to think. Then he turned towards the stereo, pushed a button, and turned back to face his lover. Clearing his throat, he waited for his cue and sang:
"I kept the right ones out And let the wrong ones in Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins There were times in my life When I was going insane Trying to walk through The pain When I lost my grip And I hit the floor Yeah, I though I could leave, but couldn't get out the door I was so sick and tired Of livin' a lie I was wishin' that I Would die
It's amazing With the blink of an eye you finally see the light It's amazing When the moment arrives that you know you'll be all right It's amazing And I'm sayin' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight"
The genuine emotion in his voice was unmistakable, and Lance was close to tears when Marshall stopped.
"Oh wow!" Marshall's singing voice was pretty high, and soft, but not weak at all. This time the rapper came willingly into Lance's outstretched hands and allowed himself to be thoroughly and passionately kissed.
"You were amazing, hon! Thank you for singing to me..."
Abashed, Marshall accepted the compliment and proceeded right away to draw the attention away from himself. Not that he minded Lance's adoring, pleasantly surprised gaze; he just wasn't used taking honest praise. "Hey babe, you said this was your favorite Aerosmith album, why don't you sing me something? I bet you know the words..."
Lance rose to the bait like Marshall had known he would. He got up just as the song changed, smirked, and grabbed a remote control, pretending it was a mike.
"I took a course in Hallelujah I went to night school for de blues I took some stuff they said would cool ya But nothing seemed to light my fuse
But it's all in the past Like the check that's in the mail He was a tall whiskey glass I was an old hound dog who just liked to chase his tail
Until I met a Blind Man Who taught me how to see A Blind Man Who could change night into the day And if-a I can I'm gonna make you come with me Because a here comes the sun and we'll be chasing all the clouds away"
Marshall applauded his lover's performance, liking how Lance's low voice resonated in the room, and how his hips twisted as he moved to the beat of the song. His appreciation was clear from his face, and the hunger Lance saw there lit him on fire. Deciding that the next song would end the set, Lance cued the music and swung into a slow, seductive rendition of 'Crazy.'
"Come 'ere baby You know you drive me up the wall the way you make good for all the nasty tricks you pull Seems like we're makin' up more than we're makin' love And it always seems you got somn' on your mind other than me Boy, you got to change your crazy ways You hear me
Say you're leavin' on the seven thirty train and that you're headin' out to Hollywood Boy you've givin' me that line so many times it kinda gets like feelin' bad looks good
That kinda lovin' Turns a man to a slave That kinda lovin' Sends a man right to his grave
I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy You turn it on Then you're gone Yeah you drive me Crazy, crazy, crazy, for you babe What can I do, honey I feel like the color blue..."
The hot looks Lance had been sending to Marshall during the song had kept the blue-eyed man on the edge of his seat, but when Lance's husky voice trailed off Marshall was on him in a flash.
"Crazy, huh?" Okay, they were both sounding pretty husky at that point.
Lance reached a hand behind himself to turn off the stereo and the lights. "Only for you." And with that he led his eager lover by the hand to the bedroom. Crazy, they might be crazy to be together, crazy to love one another, but if so, insanity never felt so good.
TBC...
The Shakespeare (mis)quote was from 'Romeo and Juliet'
Songs in order of appearance:
Walk On Water (Tyler/Perry/Blades/Shaw)
Cryin' (Tyler/Perry/Rhodes)
Amazing (Tyler/Supa)
Blind Man (Tyler/Perry/Rhodes)
Crazy (Tyler/Perry/Child)
All from Aerosmith's 'Big Ones' c 1994 Geffen Records, Inc., an MCA Company
Sorry if that felt like an overdose of Aerosmith! What can I say, I love them, and more importantly, my boys love them, and who am I to deny them anything their hearts desire...
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