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Needy
JC missed touring with the other guys. Sure, his own club tour was intense and more awesome than he had adequate words to describe sometimes, and he liked making all the decisions about the set list and choreography, but there were some parts he missed so much that it left a weird feeling in his chest.
Maybe it was the way Chris would always run his fingers through JC’s hair, just because. Or the way Justin would honestly critique his songs and he never worried whether he’d get laughed at or just told, “Its great!” even if it was crap. Or how Joey would make him eat even when he had forgotten or was too tired. Or the way Lance would write the schedule for him in precise, even letters and tape it to his door with a little smiley face and a note like, “Looking good, C! Get enough sleep?”
All of those things still happened, basically. Rob helped with the songs and he had plenty of people around to feed him or give him information about his schedule. And there were any number of women or men that he could get to pet him if he wanted them to.
But it wasn’t the same.
JC missed people doing those things because they loved him, not because they were paid to. He was lonely. All kinds of people surrounded him practically constantly. But he wasn’t getting something that he needed.
And it wasn’t like he could *ask* for one of the guys to come out and pet him. That would be too needy even for him. Besides, he wanted one of his friends to figure it out themselves and show up, just to hug him or something.
JC sighed and decided to head home. The club just wasn’t doing it for him tonight. And he definitely didn’t need any more alcohol if he was already in a depressed mood. It wasn’t really home. But the hotel room that he was staying in was better than a bus. He signaled Lonnie and then followed him out.
~*~
It wasn’t until several shows later that anything changed. According to Lonnie, and Lonnie knew just about everything, Lance was in the VIP section. JC hadn’t asked him to be there, and he wasn’t sure if any of the guys would be able to show up, even though he was in LA, and he was so excited that he couldn’t sit still.
He wouldn’t say he had performed *for* Lance, but he was definitely even more enthusiastic than usual. He shook and shimmied his ass, all the while imagining that he could hear Lance’s shouts of encouragement over the other screaming fans.
He couldn’t of course, but in his head he could.
It was one of the best shows of the tour.
~*~
Later, after the encores were finished and Lonnie had gotten him back to the car safely, JC leaned his head back against the seat and smiled.
Energy still thrummed through him and felt like a really good high. He’d always been jazzed after a performance and tonight’s was no exception. He would have to do something to release all that energy, run or swim laps or have a lot of sex. The urge pulsed under his skin and he really needed to set it free.
It must have shown on the outside, too. Maybe it was the way he couldn’t stop tapping his foot to the music still pulsing through his head, or the smile he didn’t even want to wipe off his face, but just as they were leaving, Lonnie eyed him carefully and asked, “You okay, man?”
JC nodded fervently. “The show tonight was fabulous. The dancers were on. The crowd rocked.”
Nodding, Lonnie agreed and then answered his phone when it rang. “Yes. That’s right. Okay.” He closed it and then spoke to JC. “That was Jesse. He said that Lance was going to meet you at your hotel. That cool?”
JC closed his eyes and nodded. It was more than cool. It was perfect.
~*~
When JC got back to his hotel, the first thing he did was jump into the shower. He was still riding his performance high, so he moved as quickly as possible. His cock was hard too, but that was so normal for his post-show that he barely noticed it.
There was a knock on the door as he buttoned his jeans and he trusted Lonnie enough that he answered it without even looking.
It was Lance, just as expected and JC pulled him into the room before wrapping his arms around him and hugging him close. After a few seconds, JC still hadn’t let go. He didn’t want to.
“Um, JC? Is everything okay?” JC nodded, but still didn’t let go. He did loosen his arms a little though, and Lance pulled back, still in their circle. “Hey,” He whispered. “You sure?”
JC smiled. He was just thrilled that Lance was there. “Better than okay. Did you enjoy the show?”
“That was fucking awesome,” Lance said with a grin. “You’re just phenomenal. Seriously. The show rocked.”
“Thanks, man.” JC knew he’d been on. “I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you.” He hugged Lance to him again.
“Okay. Sheesh.” Lance stepped back and pointed at JC’s bare chest. “You need to get dressed. Are we going out?”
“If you want. I need to take care of something first, though. Because otherwise, I’d have to jump you,” he teased.
Lance raised an eyebrow. JC knew he was notorious for the whole post-show erection. Everyone knew that about him.
“What happened to Chris’ ‘no sleeping with the group’ rule?” Lance teased back.
JC shrugged. “I think Chris broke that himself last year with Justin. At least that’s what I remember seeing.” This was the first time he’s said anything about finding Justin and Chris together last year at one of Justin’s shows.
Lance blushed a little and bit his lip. “I…uh. Are you serious?”
“Yep. They were going at it pretty good by the time I got back stage.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” Lance blushed a little more.
“Oh. Well, *that* offer has always been on the table.” JC grinned at the blushing. It was so opposite of the cool, calm Lance that he’d gotten used to.
Lance looked up at him. “C…” Need was written all over his face and JC breathed a sigh of relief.
“Come here,” JC suggested, but Lance didn’t move.
JC hadn’t really been kidding. He figured he’d said it in such a way that it *could* be considered joking if that was the way things went. He took the step that Lance had taken back and put his arms back around him, figuring that Lance just needed a little more encouragement. “I’m serious. I need…something. I don’t want some random person. I need someone that loves me. I need… Lance. I’ve just…”
Lance cut off his words with a kiss that JC met with enthusiasm, warm lips, probing tongue.
“God,” JC moaned when he finally pulled back for air. Lance seemed equally breathless and his cheeks flushed with desire.
Lance licked his lips and took a breath, maybe to ask if JC was sure or something just as crazy and JC didn’t think he could take it, so he swooped in and stopped the words before they could be said.
Lance’s tongue slicked into his mouth and JC groaned when he found himself backed up against the closest wall with Lance’s thigh shoved between his legs. He was surprisingly strong and ground his hips into JC’s. JC pulled back with a choked noise, “God, Lance.”
“Love you, JC. Love you.”
“Oh, yeah. Me, too.” It was just what he needed to hear. Thank God that Lance got it. He loved the other guys more than anything.
JC felt Lance’s hands smoothed down his back to the waist of his jeans. “So sexy,” Lance whispered, his voice husky and deep. Both of their fingers met at the button of JC’s jeans and JC giggled as they dueled to get them opened. Same goal, but JC abandoned the quest to get his own pants off and went to work on Lance’s shirt. Tangled and still breathless from all the kissing, JC finally gave up trying to help and just stood there, hoping for Lance to get them both naked soon.
He needed to touch, needed to feel, but he couldn’t think well enough to get everything coordinated in his head. Lance finally got JC’s jeans open and slid them down his thighs. Lance stared at JC’s cock, licking his lips. His eyes darted up to JC’s face before he dropped to his knees and tugged them the rest of the way down. Bending forward, he licked the head of JC’s cock and then took it all into his mouth.
JC groaned and threw his head back, smacking it against the wall, but he didn’t even care. He was just thankful that he had something to lean on when his knees started to shake. “Jesus, Lance. So good. Beautiful mouth. Suck me. God.”
He clenched his hands into fists to keep himself from grabbing Lance’s head and going for it. But then Lance started humming in his throat and JC couldn’t help it anymore.
JC twisted his fingers through Lance’s hair and pushed. Groaning, Lance encouraged him by sliding his hands to JC’s ass and pulling him closer.
It was all JC could do to keep the scream inside when he came. He squeezed his eyes closed and managed to only whimper. When he opened his eyes, Lance was still on his knees, looking smug. There was something else in his eyes that JC also recognized as barely contained desire.
“Hey,” JC breathed. “Bed?”
Lance nodded and stood slowly, holding onto the wall for support. As they crossed the room, Lance shed his clothing, much to JC’s delight.
JC dropped to the bed and pulled Lance over him. “You’re so beautiful, Lance. Fuck me,” he ordered.
Lance stared at him before kissing him fiercely. “JC,” he choked but JC shushed him and reached into the drawer by the bed for condoms and lube.
“Love you, too, Lance. Now. Fuck me. I need…”
“I know, JC. I know.” Lance followed his words with more kissing until JC could feel his cock starting to stir again.
Lance shifted and started trailing kisses down JC’s neck to his chest. He spent some time licking both of JC’s nipples until JC was whimpering again. It felt like everything was connected …quot; his cock to his nipples. Everything was throbbing in time to Lance’s tongue.
JC arched his hips, pushing his cock against Lance’s stomach, silently begging for more. Lance fumbled on the bed for the lube before sliding his fingers down.
Two fingers slicked inside him and after his initial muscle tense, he relaxed and let Lance inside. Lance was good with his hands. It was only a couple of thrusts before he was brushing JC’s prostate and forcing little breathless sighs from his lips.
JC never needed much preparation. He liked the burn that came with the first push of a cock inside him. And it had been long enough that he was sure it would be amazing. “Lance, come on. Fuck me now. I want to feel it.”
Lance looked up at him before nodding quickly. He reached up for one last kiss before settling back on his knees. JC bent his knees and closed his eyes. When he felt the blunt head of Lance’s cock pushing against him, he held his breath.
Slow, torturous push inside and it was exactly how JC liked it. “Yeah,” he breathed and Lance grunted quietly. “More,” JC begged.
Lance obliged, his cock filling JC, hitting the spot inside him that set his brain on edge. Through clenched teeth, JC begged again, “Please.”
This time, Lance grinned and grabbed JC’s knees as he drew back and then thrust inside hard. “God. That’s it, Lance. Fuck me,” JC moaned.
“So fucking hot, C.” Lance rumbled before setting a hard, fast pace that made JC shudder with each stroke.
One of Lance’s hands gripped his knee; the other wrapped around his cock and started to jerk him off in time to the thrusts. Moaning, JC arched up to meet each one. So much sensation swirling through him, he could hardly breathe.
Lance’s pace stuttered and he choked back a moan. “JC,” he moaned.
And JC was right there too. A few seconds after Lance’s hand pulled the orgasm from him, JC felt Lance stiffen and moan, signaling his own release.
By the time JC caught his breath, Lance had disposed of the condom and was coming back from the bathroom with a warm wash cloth to clean them both. JC smiled and when Lance was finished, pulled him back down for another kiss.
“Thanks.”
Lance laughed softly. “You’re thanking *me*? Jesus, C. That was incredible.”
JC grinned and closed his eyes. He felt Lance lean over him to turn out the lamp before snuggling next to him and kissing his shoulder.
“Love you.”
JC grinned. He’d needed that most of all.
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