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Title:   Against The Wall
Author:  Jules
Part: 1/1
Pairing:  Lambs (aka Justin/Lance)
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer:  Fiction for entertainment purposes only.  Not true.
Warning:  Slash warning
Dedication:  For Danielle.  This is all for you girl!!!!!  You asked for a wall, frolicking lambs and grinding.  I aim to please.
Notes:  * and **  Cry Me A River by Justin Timberlake
*** Boys by Britney Spears
**** Fighter by Christina Aguilera
I would include songwriters and all that jazz, but it's not all that important really.  I just thought I'd include this for those who were wondering what songs I'd used.  The artists have no connection to the story, I'm not gaining money of the use of the lyrics.. blahdy blah blah blah.

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Justin needed to get out of the club.  He needed to escape the thumping bass that was vibrating through his entire body not to mention the stifling heat that had caused for him to be drenched in sweat.  But most of all he needed to not be in there while that song was playing.  It was bad enough he had to hear it pretty much every night, but what was worse was when he was out in a club or a bar and he heard fifty different remixes of it, all reminding him of why he'd written it.  Or why he'd said he wrote it anyways.  As he pushed through the throngs of people littering the VIP room, he walked through the patio doors to the balcony, allowing himself to take a deep breath in the cool air.  It was relatively quieter outside, but every once in a while someone would open the door and the music would get louder.

 

"Öwhat you did.. I already know.  I found out from hiiiiim" *

 

He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to ward off the headache that was threatening.  Obviously he hadn't drank enough because he was still thinking clearly and feeling annoyed and frustrated.  Earlier on in the night, going out clubbing had seemed like a good idea to get his mind off of things, but now he just felt more depressed and less drunk.  Not to mention his cell was ringing every other minute.  He'd long since put the phone to silent, keeping the vibrate feature on, but it was starting to piss him off and he was considering even turning that off.  Just turning the whole god damned thing off and throwing it off of the roof so it would land in the middle of the busy street and smash to a million pieces, only to be run over by a mack truck and shattered to a million more.

 

As if it were conscious of his thoughts, the phone began to vibrate in his pocket, alerting him of a new caller.  With a sigh, Justin pulled the phone from it's resting place and looked at the screen.

 

"Brit"  was illuminated.  Again.  When the phone stopped vibrating Justin knew that she would be leaving a message.  Minutes later the message alert rang.  He had one new message.  Or actually fifteen new messages.  All Britney, all apologies and promises and tears.  Justin couldn't give a damn.  With a few pushes of a button, all fifteen messages were moved to the trash bin and his voice mail was clear again, probably just so she could call another fifteen times and fill it up again.  Before he could put the phone back into his pocket, it began to vibrate again, at the same time the door opened again, his voice echoing in the night,

 

"Ödon't it make you sad about itÖ." **

 

With a groan he looked at the screen, pleasantly surprised at the fact that it wasn't Britney's name on the caller ID.  "Yo!"

 

"J?  Where are you?"  Justin could hear the finishing bars of Cry Me A River in the background and grinned.

 

"I'm on the patio dude.  VIP, outside."

 

"Fuck, never thought to look there.  I've been searchin for you for like an hour."

 

Justin rolled his eyes, knowing it was a lie.  He'd been out there for less than the time of his song to play.  Granted, it was a remix so it had been longer than the normal 3 minutes, but still.  "Fuck you.  You probably just got here and looked in the bathroom because you had to take a piss."  He heard the low sound of the other person chuckling and laughed along with him.  "Get the fuck out here now."  He hung up, knowing it would probably be a few more minutes before they got up to the VIP lounge and then outside.  There were a lot of people at the club for a Thursday night.

 

Exactly ten minutes later Justin heard the slide of the doors and cringed at the song playing.

 

"Ösometimes a girl just needs oneÖ BoysÖ"  ***

 

"Can't fucking get away from her.  You know?"  He paused as butterflies fluttered in his stomach and smiled sheepishly.  "There was a time when that wouldn't have been a bad thing.  Now I just want to puke when I even hear her name, let alone her voice or see her face."

 

"Yeah."

 

"So Lance, what the fuck took you so long?"  Justin pulled the shorter man into a tight embrace, both men patting each other on the shoulder affectionately.

 

"Got held up with business.  Just as I was leaving a contract came in and I had to look at it.  They needed it by the morning."  Lance pulled back and looked at the expression on Justin's face.  It was clear that there was something wrong and he wished he had have made it there earlier.  "You okay?"

 

"I am now."  Looking at Lance made Justin feel a million times better than he had only minutes before his call.  He'd always found comfort in his best friend's presence, not to mention in his arms which were still loosely wrapped around his waist.

 

"What's the pr.."  Lance had started to ask when Justin's pocket began to vibrate.  They both jumped slightly at the fact that the phone was pressed tightly between them.  "Holy fuckÖ"  Justin watched as Lance shivered slightly, his eyes darkening and lips curling into a lazy smile.

 

"Phone.  Brit's been calling every ten minutes."  Justin averted his eyes so that Lance couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking or feeling but it was too late, he knew.  Surprising Justin, Lance reached into his pocket and extracted the phone, catching it before it went to voicemail.

 

"Hello?"  The low rumble of Lance's voice traveled through Justin's body making him feel warm inside.  He held his breath, unsure of what Lance was planning to do.

"No, I've got his phone tonight Brit, that's why he's not answeringÖ I know you've been calling and it's driving me fucking nuts, so just chill the hell out and stop going all 9 Ω weeks on him alright?  He'll talk to you when or if he wants to speak to youÖ it's none of your business where he is."

 

Justin had to fight a giggle when Lance winked at him, biting his lip to stop from making any noise.  A question of why they were still pressed together crossed his mind for a fleeting second before he once again focused on the words coming from Lance's mouth.  His beautifully sculpted mouth with lips that were the perfect shade of pink and a tongue that darted over the lips deliciously.  Justin prayed to god that no one came out and caught them clutching each other in a darkened corner of the balcony.

 

"Yeah it's like that Brit, what did you expect?  I mean fuck, you played him.  Constantly!  How are we supposed to act?  I don't care how sorry you are, you deserve to be sorry.  You deserve to be aloneÖ and no, don't bother phoning the others, because they'll tell you the same thing I just did.  Now just chill out, sober up and .. oh I don't know, go find someone else to fuck.  You didn't have a problem before."  With that, Lance hung up the phone before he said anything else.  He'd been told countless times by his mother when growing up that if you didn't have something nice to say, not to say anything at all.  And as much as he wanted to be a gentleman, he was finding it hard.  Especially when all he wanted to do was grab the whore by her blonde roots, pop her obviously fake implants and hurt her as much as she'd hurt Justin.

 

"So."

 

"So."

 

"Wanna tell me what's up?"  Lance still didn't move away.  They were now staring into each others' eyes, heat crackling between them.

 

"I don't know.  I was inside, and the guys were all hooking up with chicks left right and center.  Everyone was having this great time and Ö"

 

"And?"

 

"My fucking song came on.  Some remix version that I barely even recognized and suddenly I had all these chicks all over me.  ëOh JustinÖ it's okay.  I'd have treated you better.'   ëI'll never cheat on you.' And I was like fuck it.  I don't need this shit and came outside.  Too suffocating in there."

 

Lance felt something pass between them and stepped away for a moment.  Justin moved to protest when he shook his head and smirked.  "Gimme a sec."  He walked towards the patio doors and opened it slightly as he spoke to the person on the other side.  They mumbled a few words and Lance closed the doors again.  He returned with a sly smile on his face.  "Just buying us some privacy."

 

To Justin's pleasure Lance resumed his original position, stepping in close once again.  "Uh.."

 

"Didn't want anyone coming out and interrupting us.  So I just had security make sure no one came outside.  The balcony is officially out of order.  Off limits."

 

Justin felt himself being backed up against the brick wall of the building, Lance pressing tightly into him.  His breathing was already laboured and his cock now thick and throbbing against his jeans which felt impossibly tight.  There was a hungry look in Lance's eyes that Justin had seen before, but never directed towards himself.  He'd seen Lance in action many a time, targeting a woman, or man if he was feeling particularly horny that night, but never had the older man looked at him like that.  It made Justin's body ache with desire.  Every time he'd watched Lance take some random guy back to his hotel to fuck, Justin had felt this emptiness in the pit of his stomach.  He'd been happy with Britney, but there was this part of him that hated watching Lance with other men.  Other men that weren't him, which was absurd because he and Lance had never been more than friends.


That might have been the reason, since he'd always wanted more than friendship with Lance.  It just wasn't ever an option before.  Justin shivered at the prospect.

 

"She was fucking stupid Jus.  So fucking stupid."  Lance never broke eye contact with Justin, never made a move other than to press him against the wall.  He had been waiting this long for it, a few more minutes wouldn't hurt.  With a steady hand, Lance ran his hand over Justin's hair which was slowly growing back in.  His fingers danced over the younger man's cheekbones to his lips before trailing down his chest.  "She had what everyone wanted, but she fucked it up.  Do  you know how many people would have killed to be in her position?  The sexiest man on the planet in her bed, faithfullyÖ god you are so fucking faithful it kills me."

 

Justin whimpered as Lance spoke to him in a breathy growl.  His erection was painful now as Lance ground into him.  Justin wasn't sure if Lance realized what he was doing, their groins rubbing together, but as Justin started to ride Lance's thigh that was placed between his legs his eyes fluttered shut and his resolve started to crumble.  He held strong onto Lance's biceps, allowing the pleasure to overtake his body.

 

"So many times I wanted you.  You're liquid sex baby, but I knew it was useless.  When you're with someone, you're with THEM.  Not anyone else, no matter how good you know it would be so I had to wait."

 

"W..wait f..for wha what?"  Justin stuttered, licking his lips which suddenly felt dry.  Lance had leaned in closer, lightly brushing his lips over Justin's throat.  He was teasing him with faint kisses and tentative licks of his tongue, eliciting goose bumps in his wake.

 

"Wait for you."

 

Justin held his breath, wondering if Lance meant what he thought he did.  He blinked a few times as if to shake the cobwebs from his mind and clear his thinking.  Lance was better than any alcohol he could have drank tonight, better than anything he would have smoked.  Lance was his own personal drug and Justin was finally getting a good taste of it.  Feeling confident, Justin lowered his head to Lance's shoulder, placing his mouth beside the shorter man's ear.  His tongue darted out to trace the lobe before he bit it playfully.  "And what do you plan to do when you get me?"  He leaned back and caught Lance's eyes, flashing him a cocky smirk.  "You know, just so I can be prepared."

 

The growl that resulted was loud and seductive, causing for Lance to grind into Justin harder.  Their mouths were now mere inches apart and they could feel their breath mingling between them.  Justin's hands had moved from his biceps to cup Lance's ass, using the grip for leverage.  Lance paused for a second, cupping Justin's face with his hands.  "I'm not sorry you left her.  I'm sorry that it went down the way it did.  I'm sorry that she's a lying whore and broke your heart, but I'm not sorry it's over.  You need to know that."

 

Justin nodded, "I do."

 

"Good.  Just so that we're clear."  Their mouths fit together perfectly as Lance pressed their lips in a hungry kiss.  They had both been waiting far too long for this moment, and as Justin's mind spun so fast he was feeling dizzy, he could vaguely hear the music thumping through the walls.

 

"Ömakes me that much stronger, makes my skin a little bit thickerÖ"   *****

 

Lance bit down playfully on his tongue and Justin whimpered into his mouth.  His whole body felt like jelly, causing for Justin to mold himself to Lance's frame.  The kiss continued on until finally Lance pulled away breathless.  "Do you know how long I've waited to be able to do that?"

 

Justin shook his head, unable to form a coherent thought.

 

"Too fucking long."  His hand moved from where it had been resting on Justin's chest to his stomach and further down to cup his bulge, squeezing roughly.  "You know what pisses me off J?"

 

Justin shook his head, it was clear that Lance wasn't asking him for an answer, but just speaking out loud.

 

"When people take things for granted.  When they have something that you want, and you want it so bad you can taste it, so bad that it fucking hurts, and they have it but they just waste it.  They don't know how lucky they are and so they take for granted it will always be there, but you're stuck on the sidelines watching.  Wishing it were you.  That pisses me off."

 

"I'm here now Lance," Justin reminded him softly, stroking  his cheek.  Their eyes met and Justin saw a gleam in Lance's green orbs.

 

"Who said I was talking about you?"

 

Chuckling, Justin reached for Lance's erection pressing his palm into it teasingly.  "I think this speaks for itself."

 

Before Lance could say anything in return, the sound of the door sliding open echoed in the night.  "Boys?"

 

"Yeah T?"  Lance called, stilling all movements.

 

"You okay out here?"

 

"Need a bit more time.  We'll let you know."

 

"You got it boss."

 

And with that, the door slid shut, leaving them alone once more.  "This might not be the best placeÖ"

 

"I don't care."  Lance leaned in to press a fierce kiss into Justin's mouth, taking possession.  As their tongues dueled, Lance expertly unbuckled Justin's belt and jeans while sliding his hand into the denim.  "Unless you don't wantÖ"

 

"I do wantÖ fuck do I wantÖ"

 

"Are you sure?"  And it was the first time that Lance let himself consider the possibility that Justin might not want this.  That he might not want him.  Up until this moment he'd assumed that Justin was as interested as he was.  But now that the doubt had been implanted in his mind, it was all he could think about.

 

Justin answered by pulling Lance in for a demanding kiss, holding him in a tight grip so as to tell him he didn't want him to move anywhere.  The kiss was hot and insistent, everything that kissing Britney should have been but hadn't in a long time.  He wanted nothing more than to crawl into Lance's skin and stay there forever.  There was a heat behind the action, and as Justin opened his eyes midway through, he was startled to see expressive green eyes staring back at him.  "Just because I've neverÖ we've neverÖ doesn't meanÖ"  Lance's hand was still lodged in his jeans, motionless.  Justin thrust his hips enough to remind him of that fact, shivering as he felt a firm, tight heat envelop his shaft.

 

Lance swallowed Justin's whimper and smiled against his lips, pumping his fist teasingly.  At first he used slow, measured strokes but the more Justin's hips thrust, and the louder his moans got Lance started to speed up. It didn't take long before he had pulled Justin's erection from the confines of his pants and was jerking him off with swift determination.

 

"WhatÖ"  Justin's eyes were shut tight and his head was pressed against the brick wall.  He could faintly feel Lance's mouth on his throat, hot and wet as open mouthed kisses were left against his skin.  "What about you?"  Justin watched Lance's eyes darken and his breathing hitch.  The hand on his cock hadn't stopped, only slowed.  He cocked an eyebrow and bit his lip as if pondering the thought.

 

"Me?"

 

Justin nodded, looking down between them.  His cock twitched at the sight between them and he pushed Lance a few inches away.  Thankful he'd wore sandals, Justin toed one off and shimmied his hips teasingly so that his jeans slid down his thighs to his ankles.  With a step of one foot, he loosened the jeans from his left leg and wrapped it around Lance's thigh, pulling him back in.  There was a look of pure shock on the older man's face mixed with absolute pleasure.  When Justin saw that Lance wasn't moving, he chuckled.  "What?  You don't want?"

 

All Lance could do was nod his head.  He was interested in seeing where Justin was going to take this.  He watched intently as Justin quickly unbuckled his pants and pushed them as far as he could reach, midway down his thighs.  Justin's leg wrapped higher and tighter around his waist so that they were flush against one another, erections pressing tightly.  His hand snaked down to grasp both of them as he began to slowly stroke his fist in measured paces, up, down, up, down.  Lance trembled and cried into the night, giving Justin the confidence he needed.  "Do you haveÖ?"

 

Lance gave a weak nod, if he wasn't so unbelievably horny at the moment, he would have been impressed at how well they knew each other.  He wasn't sure if they'd finished a whole sentence since he'd arrived.  Before he had left his house, he'd grabbed a few condoms, slipping them into his back pocket.  The pants were loose enough so that he knew they wouldn't be damaged, and now was thankful he had the foresight to be prepared.  Reaching down, he grabbed one and handed it to Justin, eyes wide as the younger man tore it open with his teeth, spitting the foil out of his mouth to the ground.  It took mere seconds before Lance felt the lubricated latex cover his erection, before Justin adjusted them so that he was on his toes.

 

"Could use a little help here," Justin teased, licking at Lance's lips.  He watched as a blush creeped over Lance's face and giggled.

 

"Sorry."

 

"Don't ever be sorry baby,"  Justin whispered against Lance's skin, enjoying the feel of their bodies together.  He'd been wanting it for so long, believing it was actually happening was taking a bit of time.

 

Lance composed himself enough to kiss Justin passionately before pushing past the initial barrier of Justin's body.  He felt Justin tense as a gasp escaped his lips.  "ShhhhÖ it's okayÖ"

 

"Fucking hell," Justin whined, bracing himself for more.  He knew the worst wasn't over yet, but it would take the pain to get to the pleasure.  His mind was focusing on the pleasure that was still to come.  "Keep going."   Lance continued pushing until he was completely sheathed in the tight heat of Justin's body.  Unable to stop himself, he giggled nervously.  "What's so funny?"

 

"What I wouldn't give to see peoples faces if they came out right now.  My bare ass out for all to see and you, spread open and full of my cock.  What a sight."

 

"A fucking hot sight you have to admit," Justin giggled, placing butterfly kisses all over Lance's face.  He shifted slightly and whimpered as Lance brushed against something deep inside of him.  It wasn't his first time with a man, but the first time it mattered, and Justin wanted to remember every moment of it.  Wanted to imprint it deep into his memory so if it never happened again, he'd be able to remember it forever.  His eyes fluttered shut, but Justin felt a hand on his face, lifting it.

 

"Open your eyes."

 

Justin obeyed, nose to nose with Lance.

 

"I want you to watch me.  Look at me okay."

 

"Okay."

 

Lance began to pull out stopping only to push back inside again.  Their bodies began to move as best they could in the position they were in.  It was slightly awkward, but after a few minutes neither man cared about the discomfort.  The burn in Justin's calves were nothing compared to the jolting electricity flowing up his spine or the throbbing mass between their bodies.  Lance's forehead was pressed against his and they were staring intently into each other's eyes.

 

It was clear to Lance that he was closer to the edge than Justin was.  Although he would have liked to hold off longer, especially for their first time together, he couldn't.  It was too new, too good and he'd been wanting it for too long.  Slow and sweet would have to be reserved for next time, this time he just needed to cum.  And he needed Justin to cum too.  Wanting to bring the younger man up to where he was, he slid his hand between them and once again resumed working his swollen erection.  It took only a few sharp tugs for Justin to cry out, climaxing unexpectedly.  He hadn't even had time to issue a warning before exploding between them.

 

Justin's cry into the night carried deep into the darkness and Lance couldn't help but groan as he too achieved his orgasm.  He continued to thrust as the tremors wracked his body, with a firm grip Lance held onto Justin's shoulder with his free hand to stop from collapsing in his arms.  Once their bodies stopped shaking, Justin's leg dropped back down to the ground and he took a deep cleansing breath.

 

"Holy shit yo."

 

"I know."  Lance smiled brightly as he reached down to pull his pants back up around his waist, refastening the belt.  He watched as Justin slid his leg back into his jeans and pulled them up, grimacing at the mess on his tee shirt.  When they were both relatively decent, Lance pulled at Justin's tee shirt, bringing him near.  "They won't even notice the stain."

 

Justin laughed as he crinkled his nose.  "I don't give a fuck about that, shit.  Right now, I don't give a fuck about anything."  They shared a few lingering kisses before Lance pulled away with a sigh.  "I lied," Justin admitted.

 

"About?"  Lance felt his pulse beginning to race.  He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear this.

 

"I do give a fuck about something."   Lance waited to hear what Justin was going to say.  "I give a fuck about you.  This.  What comes next."

 

"And?"

 

"Lets go to your place, do that a few more times and then talk about it."  Justin's face broke out into a huge grin.  Lance shook his head and took a deep breath.  "No?"

 

"No.  No need to have a talk, at least I don't need to.  I can say what I want right now.  Right here."  He paused as his fingers stroked Justin's cheeks tenderly.  "I want you.  Always.  I want to treat you how you deserve to be treated.  I want to show you what it feels like to be loved, 100 percent.  I want us."

 

Justin blushed as he put his face into Lance's neck, inhaling the familiar cologne the older man wore.  He calmed his breathing and stood up, clasping Lance's hand in his own.    "Then it's settled.  Talk had.  Let's go."  Justin gave a nod towards the patio doors.

 

"Go?"

"To your place, you can start showing me there."

 

Finis

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