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The Plan
Jesse wasn’t really sure why he’d left. There had been the Big Argument, but in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t really all that bad. He was hurt and sad, but mostly just lonely now. All his friends had been connected to Lance, all of his activities, all of his everything. He felt like a moron, and he wasn’t sure how to fix it.
Little things reminded him of Lance. The chunky peanut butter in the fridge next to the smooth he always bought for himself. The can of mousse on the bathroom counter that had been left at some point that was definitely not his. The pillow in the living room that didn’t match the rest of the furniture because Lance had to replace it when Dirk had started eating the fringe.
They’d had so much time together, but it was nowhere near enough. For a while, they’d seen each other every single day, done absolutely everything together. Even before they had become lovers, they’d spent an inordinate amount of time together. Jesse had loved every second of it.
Lance wasn’t even really his type. That was how it had started out being completely platonic. Lance was blonde and shorter than Jesse, and… well, the platonic thing hadn’t lasted long at all. Jesse grinned at that. He and Lance had never been really good at keeping things platonic.
Jesse knew Lance’s schedule by heart. It had been his job, despite everything else, and he was good at it. He remembered the details that Lance forgot and that was why they worked – both the working and personal sides – and he knew that Lance was having a Halloween party, and that it was fast approaching.
He was tired of moping, tired of being upset. He decided to do something – anything – and see if he could get Lance back.
It was his new project and he’d been working on it for days.
He knew the time, he knew the place. He just had to get in – and that should be easy because with a load of guests for a party, there was rarely questions of a person’s identify if they were in costume – and he had the best costume idea.
He just hoped that Lance liked it.
~*~
Lance was really not looking forward this party. He had thought about canceling the whole thing, but then Joey had called asking what the theme was, and JC had called with a costume idea and Lance just couldn’t tell them that he didn’t feel like it anymore because he’d broken up with Jesse.
None of them had even liked Jesse.
Lance stood on a ladder, putting yet another string of lights up, sighing because he knew that none of it was even going to be appreciated. But he still felt like if he was going to have the party, it should be exactly how he wanted it. So he strung lights, draped fake cotton and plastic spiders around his picture frames, and scowled the whole time.
The pictures all reminded him of happier times with Jesse and that did nothing to improve his mood. He was still really upset. It had been one big misunderstanding and he was sorry and he really just wanted to call Jesse and beg him to come back, but he didn’t know if that would work.
Jesse had just been so mad, and he hadn’t called. Lance tried to quit thinking about it, tried to concentrate on good things like Joey and JC coming to his party, like Chris maybe showing up like he promised, like anything except Jesse.
Lance closed the ladder carefully and leaned it against the wall before staring at another picture. It was the one, closer to the bottom of him and Jesse in their skydiving jumpsuits, grinning, thumbs raised, and their arms wrapped around each other that caught his attention. He ran his thumb along the glass and shook his head.
He had to either get over it or figure out someway to get Jesse to forgive him. But he didn’t know how to do either.
~*~
Jesse almost had a panic attack on the way to Lance’s house. What if Lance had canceled the party? He drove by the guard gate and got lucky. It was a guard that he knew and thankfully, he only smiled at the license Jesse showed and waved him through with a hearty, “Have fun at the party. Lots of people!”
Jesse took a deep breath as he turned and made his way through the maze that was the community Lance lived in. He’d done it so many times that it was almost like the car knew were to go without his guidance, which explained how he’d arrived while his mind was miles away in thought. He shook his head and climbed out of the car.
He knew that the theme was superheroes – at least it had been before he and Lance had argued and he really, really hoped that it hadn’t changed – and he was dressed as hottest Batman he could imagine. He was wearing a cowl, of course, so he was in disguise and he knew that most of these suits had that fake stomach thing, but Jesse didn’t need that. He adjusted his Utility Belt and headed into the party.
He even managed to slip in without having to knock, and without letting Lance see him.
It was perfect.
~*~
For a while, Jesse couldn’t find Lance. He circled the rooms, drink in his hand, looking, but trying not to be too obvious about it. He noticed Joey in the corner, dressed as Superman, talking loudly and his arms waving around as he did.
Jesse saw JC on one of his room-circuits. He had no idea what his costume was – it looked like something from a sewer – but he was also drinking and having a good time. But no Lance with either of his friends.
Finally, after completely checking out all the areas on the downstairs level, Jesse snuck a look over his shoulder before climbing the stairs. He got to the top and tried go guess where Lance might be hiding.
He knew Lance was there – there was no way that Lance would have that many people over and not be keeping an eye on them at least a little bit – so he just had to find him. The first thing he did was duck into the bathroom to check on his costume. The face mask thing was kind of a pain because it made it hard to breathe. But it did its job, hiding most of his face, and it did make him look pretty cool.
Jesse adjusted the suit – the codpiece was a little uncomfortable, but it also did its job, showing things off nicely. He smiled into the mirror. If Lance could resist this, then maybe Jesse would have to rethink his line of work.
After a quick check out the door, Jesse walked quietly to Lance’s room and opened the door. Just as he expected, he heard Lance say, “This room is off limits – you should go back down to the party.” The voice came from somewhere near Lance’s bathroom, but Jesse wasn’t exactly sure. So he shut the door behind him and waited.
A few seconds later, when Lance emerged from the bathroom, he had a towel around his waist and it was all Jesse could do to keep breathing. Lance stopped and scowled a little bit. He always looked hot when he did that.
“I said that this room is off limits,” he repeated.
Jesse couldn’t tear his eyes away from Lance’s fingers holding the towel together. He licked his lips and forced his eyes up.
He hadn’t actually thought about what he was going to say, and now he couldn’t think of any words. When he’d imagined this in his head, Lance was decidedly more clothed.
“Jesse?”
He should have realized that Lance would recognize him, despite the disguise.
“What are you…? Jesse?”
Jesse cleared his throat. “Um, yeah. I wanted to surprise you... Is that okay?”
Lance took a step closer and Jesse felt really warm. The costume was really hot and there was still steam from Lance’s shower. He kind of wanted to ask why Lance was still getting ready, but he didn’t want to blurt something out about how naked Lance was.
“Does that mean… I’m sorry, you know. About everything. I don’t even know what we fought about anymore,” Lance said quickly.
Jesse nodded. “Me, too. Me, either,” he said, smiling. He took a step closer, still a little unsure about what he should do. He waved a hand at himself and smiled. “Like the costume?”
Lance nodded and bit his bottom lip. “I didn’t even have a costume. I was downstairs earlier, but then Joey spilled a drink on me and I had to change. I hate being sticky.”
“I know. Want me to go so you can change?”
Lance shook his head no. “I don’t really want to go back downstairs at all. They don’t need me; they just wanted to use my house.”
“Hey, I bet someone misses you,” Jesse said, but why he was trying to get Lance to go back downstairs, he wasn’t sure. Because he had a mostly naked Lance at his disposal that kept inching closer to him.
Shrugging, Lance sat down on the bed, still holding his towel together. “Do you really want to go back downstairs?”
“No,” Jesse agreed. He looked down at the floor, biting his lip, and took a deep breath before looking back up at Lance’s face. “I’d much rather lock the door and show you how much I’ve missed you.”
“You missed me?”
“Of course. I… I know I don’t say this enough, or, like, ever… but I… you know I care about you, right?”
Jesse hadn’t really planned on saying that, but he knew that was one of the reasons for the big argument. He nodded when Lance bit his lip and sat next to him on the bed, being careful of the codpiece on his costume. Jesse slid the mask off his head and smiled at Lance.
“I know… It’s just really nice to hear,” Lance said, grinning.
Jesse was a little shocked when Lance leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips. He opened his mouth, maybe to protest or just in shock, and Lance took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue inside.
When there were arms suddenly around him, Jesse realized that had to mean that there were no hands on Lance’s towel. He forgot about wanting to ease back into things, and about the door not being locked. Lance was kissing him and he didn’t want to ever stop.
Slowly, Jesse slid his hand up Lance’s arm, reveling in the smooth, glorious skin before wrapping it around Lance’s neck and pushing a little closer. He’s missed the skin, he’d missed Lance.
“Hey,” Lance whispered, pulling back a little.
Jesse opened his eyes and smiled. “Hey. What’re you doing?”
Lance laughed a little. “Am I that rusty? It’s only been a couple of weeks, Jess.”
“No, not that…” Jesse shook his head. “There’s, like, a hundred people downstairs and you just lost your towel,” he chuckled.
Lance looked down at himself, smiling. “I guess you’re right. I think I have a Flash shirt somewhere in my dresser.”
Jesse squeezed Lance’s hand. “I’m right there with you. I just don’t want Joey walking in here wondering where you are.”
Lance laughed. “Oh, man. He’d be traumatized for life. That might be a good enough reason for me to jump you right here.”
“It’s tempting. God, I missed you,” Jesse agreed, laughing. “But later, I swear, we need to finish this talk and…”
Gesturing to himself, Lance stood up, saying, “Yes. God, you’re just evil.”
Jesse had to laugh. “You’re such a dork.”
~*~
Hours. It took hours to get everyone to leave. Jesse was going insane. And Lance was the one driving him there. Lance hadn’t been very far away the entire night and kept finding little opportunities to touch him. He was thankful again for having a costume with a codpiece that hid just how much he wanted everyone to leave already.
Lance closed the door, again and leaned against it. “I think that’s it,” he said with a tired smile. “I even made all the caterers leave. There’s someone coming tomorrow to clean everything up.”
Nodding, Jesse smiled. “Thank God. I thought that we’d never be alone.”
Lance pushed off from the door and crossed the room. He didn’t take his eyes off of Jesse for a second. “Well, we are. And I think you said something about talking?”
“I… I did?”
Lance chuckled, low and deep, sending shivers down Jesse’s spine. “Yeah. I think you said that we had to finish a talk. But I don’t know what else there is to talk about.” He slid his hands around Jesse’s waist.
Jesse couldn’t think. He groaned when Lance pressed close to him and he knew that there was some reason that he wanted to wait, to ease back into things, but at the moment none of them even registered in his head.
Lance walked him backwards, pushing him towards the stairs. “I don’t want to talk anymore,” Jesse rasped. He no longer cared about having a conversation about what happened. He just wanted Lance.
“I thought that might be the case,” Lance said, arching up and kissing him.
Jesse stumbled backwards, up a couple of stairs, dragging Lance with him. There were too many articles of clothing between them – no where near enough skin – but his suit was held together by a secret zipper and Lance’s t-shirt just wouldn’t come off.
By the time they actually got up the stairs and made it into Lance’s room, Jesse was ready to forget all about the deposit on the suit and just rip the damn thing off of himself. He moaned when Lance pulled away.
Jesse watched as Lance toed his sneakers off and unbuttoned his pants. Lance whipped his shirt off and Jesse struggled to find the zipper in the side of his suit. He remembered having a few problems getting it zipped in the first place, but nothing like this.
“Shit,” he muttered, fumbling with the closure, only to have Lance laugh at him.
“Having some problems there, Jess?”
“Shut up and help me,” he ordered.
Thankfully, with fingers that were much smarter than his own, Lance found the fastening hiding under Jesse’s arm and, after opening it, slid his hands inside. “Oh,” Jesse said.
Lance grinned at him. “That help enough for you?”
Jesse nodded and then groaned when Lance’s fingers slid further inside, touching skin and sliding the now offending cloth over his shoulders. “Yes,” he hissed when Lance grazed his fingers across a nipple.
Lance leaned in to press their lips together as he continued to work the suit off of Jesse. Jesse couldn’t help smiling when Lance discovered that the tight fitting uniform didn’t leave any room for things like underwear.
“Jesus, Jesse. Are you trying to kill me?”
“I wasn’t sure, and I figured I might need something to persuade you,” Jesse whispered.
Lance shook his head. “It took everything I had to not touch you anymore than I did tonight, and now I discover this was what was waiting for me? I should have kicked everyone out hours ago.”
Jesse grinned and pulled Lance toward the bed by his hand. “I tried to get them to leave…”
Lance silenced him with a kiss and Jesse moaned when Lance tumbled them onto the mattress. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I’m really glad you’re here.”
Jesse groaned – the feel of Lance heavy against him made him arch up and he couldn’t keep his hands off of Lance’s back. He slid them down and dragged Lance to rest between the vee of his legs. “There,” he said, his breath hitching a little when their cocks brushed together.
“Oh. I like it here. But I was thinking…” Lance pushed himself up onto his hands and pressed wet kisses down Jesse’s throat, just like he knew made Jesse crazy.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Lance agreed in between kisses. “Thinking that I haven’t done this in really long time.” He licked a trail down Jesse’s stomach, his hot breath sending shivers through him, tracing the lines of his muscles.
“Oh,” Jesse moaned. It had been a long time – well, only a couple of weeks, but it seemed like so much longer.
“Or this,” Lance whispered.
His tongue was making Jesse crazy. He didn’t seem to have a set pattern to what he was doing, as soon as Jesse thought he figured it out, Lance would switch from long, broad strokes to twisting, crazy paths.
“God,” Jesse breathed when Lance’s mouth closed over the head of his cock. So hot, so familiar and welcome that Jesse had a hard time not thrusting up into it.
Lance took his time – slow, measured movements, designed just to push Jesse further into incoherence – his mouth sliding up and down Jesse’s erection. Lance’s hands drifted up Jesse’s thighs, to his hips, holding him in place. Groaning, Jesse felt himself start to shake.
“Oh, God, Lance,” Jesse moaned, the words sounded rough and harsh from his own throat, Jesse barely recognized them. He needed to move, to push deep into Lance’s mouth – he needed to come.
Lance seemed to sense the frantic movements in Jesse and started to move faster. His mouth slicked up and down Jesse’s cock, his tongue twisting around and round until Jesse choked out Lance’s name and finally came.
Jesse was still panting when Lance pressed a kiss to his lips, his tongue pushing inside. He’d missed the taste of them together. “I’m going to fuck you,” Lance whispered in Jesse’s ear.
Nodding, Jesse shifted to a better angle. “I want you to,” he rasped out.
Lance grinned at him and Jesse felt him move to reach into the night stand drawer. He was ready for the cold slick feeling at his entrance, and let out the breath he was holding when Lance pushed inside.
Jesse arched into Lance’s thrusts, begging softly, “More,” when he wanted a second finger.
By the time Lance was using three fingers, Jesse was starting to get hard again and he was biting his lip to keep from asking for more.
“Are you ready?”
“God, yes,” Jesse answered, his hands clenched in the sheets.
Lance chucked and moved up on his knees to a better angle. Jesse squeezed his eyes shut when he felt the blunt head of Lance’s cock push against his hole. The quick burst of pain quickly dulled and then shifted into pleasure as Lance’s cock slid against his prostate.
It was familiar and wonderful and everything Jesse had missed. Lance knew Jesse’s body better than he did himself; the rhythm Lance built up was hard and perfect. The little gasps and moans that Lance let out just pushed Jesse closer to his climax.
“Lance,” Jesse moaned, unable to stop himself anymore.
Lance wrapped one of his big hands around Jesse’s cock and stroked him in time to the thrusts inside. Jesse’s eyes flew open and he watched the range of emotions shift across Lance’s face. He could tell that Lance was close by the way he kept biting his lip and the way rhythm went completely erratic. With one final push inside, Lance came and Jesse was only seconds behind him.
The sound of their harsh breathing was the only thing in the room, but then Lance slid off the bed. He came back with a warm washcloth and, after cleaning Jesse with soft strokes, climbed next to him on the bed.
The blankets were pulled over them and Lance’s arm came around him to pull him close. Jesse went to sleep with a smile on his face. Halloween had always been his favorite holiday.
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