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Too Long
The sun was hot and there was sand in places that it shouldn't be. Lance hated to be dirty, hated to be wet and to be both was just so many kinds of wrong.
Lance shifted in his folding canvas chair and pulled at the collar of his shirt. He looked up and despite it all, had to grin. Alfonso Ribeiro was doing the 'Carlton dance' in a dance-off and Justin was dancing with him; it was adorable.
Lance had always thought that the dance was funny, but Justin doing it was doubly so. He laughed out loud and cheered with the crowd.
After the dance off, Justin dropped heavily into a chair next to Lance. He picked up his water bottle for a drink and Lance tried not to pay attention to Justin's throat as he swallowed.
Even though there were thousands of people around them, Lance wanted to just grab Justin and rub all over him.
Instead, he leaned in to whisper, "Tonight, I want to fuck you."
Justin pulled back and shook his head, even though he was grinning. Lance frowned, disappointed until Justin got close and said, "No. I want to fuck * you*. I want to lick that new tattoo."
Lance shivered and almost choked on his breath. That was too good of an image. He squirmed in his chair and nodded.
It had been a long time since he'd fucked Justin, and even longer that it was the other way around. He heard his name being called for the next challenge and tried to think of something that would make his dick less hard so he could stand up. Justin smirked at him.
~*~
There were parties later and he didn't see Justin for a while. He figured that he'd just gotten caught up and while Lance was disappointed, he understood.
Lance unlocked the door to his hotel room and stepped inside. He toed off his shoes and dropped his clothes on the floor in a fit of indifference. He didn't care if they were wrinkled. After finding the remote, he flopped down on the bed.
He heard a tentative knock at the door and sighed. It was probably some fan that had sneaked past security or someone else he didn't want to deal with. On the off chance that it was Justin, he got up and looked through the peephole on the door.
Justin was looking around, nervously, and it was really cute. He opened the door a crack and said, "Come in quick - I'm in my boxers, and there are people that would pay big bucks for that picture."
Justin was laughing when he got inside. "Like anyone wants to see your pasty-white ass, Bass."
"Hey!"
"Well, anyone but me."
"That's better. Now get over here."
Justin pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor along with his jeans as he crossed the room to Lance. "It has been entirely too long," he whispered as he leaned in to give Lance a kiss.
Lance was way too eager for niceties and foreplay. He pushed Justin away and dug around in his suitcase. "Here," he said, when he'd found the lube and condoms.
After climbing onto the bed on his hands and knees, he felt the mattress dip below him as Justin moved behind him and he closed his eyes.
Hands up and down his back and down to his ass. Slick fingers pushed against his hole, and he let out the breath he was holding as two pushed inside. Lance was already hard. His cock bobbed into the air as he rocked back onto Justin's fingers.
Another one pushed inside and Lance moaned. He loved the burn of the initial push, the slight pain, the fullness. God, he'd missed this.
Justin's lips against his neck and a tongue darted out, licking a wet stripe from his shoulder to the middle of his shoulder blades. His tattoo. The skin was still sensitive.
Broad strokes, tracing the lines. Up one side, to the tip of the horn, down and around and Lance was so focused on Justin's tongue, he didn't notice the blunt head of his cock nudging against his hole.
Lance grunted as Justin pushed inside. His tongue still traced the sensitized skin of his tattoo. He arched back and willed Justin to go faster. But, slowly, slowly Justin filled him, tortured him.
Only when he was all the way inside did Justin stop licking and start thrusting.
Still torturously slow, still driving Lance absolutely crazy, Justin moved his hips to a rhythm only he could hear. In his frustrated state, Lance couldn't fathom the cadence so all he could do was take it.
Justin hummed as he thrust, and then a hand was on Lance's cock and it was matching the thrusting of Justin's hips.
"God… Fuck. Lance. I missed this. Missed you."
Justin groaned and his movements grew erratic. The humming stopped. There was only grunting now and Lance knew that Justin was almost as close as he was.
The hand on his cock sped up and Justin angled his hips to hit Lance's prostate. Lightning flashing under his skin and Lance moaned as his orgasm surprised him, shooting through his body.
Justin shouted behind him and Lance ended up sprawled on the bed with Justin on top of him.
As he caught his breath, he started humming again. This time, Lance was able to recognize it as a cover they did when they were in Germany years ago.
"I missed you, too, Justin," Lance whispered.
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