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Title: Alone For The Weekend
Author: Jules
Pairing: Lambs
Part: 1/1 (Sequel to Sixteen Again)
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: Fiction for entertainment purposes
Warning: Slash warning
Notes: When I wrote 'Sixteen Again', I'd intended to write a sequel. April was busy and so I've slowly been working on it, between real life and other writing projects. Finally, I'm finished... so here we have the next part in my kinky, Lamby goodness. Unbetaed. All mistakes are my own.   Thanks to those who'd given me feedback for the first part. 

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Justin put the finishing touches on his outfit before locking up his house and heading towards his car. One of his cars anyways. Throwing his duffle bag onto the back seat, he nervously giggled at what he was just about to partake in. Justin had been waiting for this night since Lance had brought up the suggestion weeks ago. Waiting for the time to be just right and they could participate without it being TOO weird. The time was finally right.

There had been a few minutes of awkwardness when Justin had revealed his fantasies, his hidden desires, the last time they'd been together. He divulged how he had developed a kink for pretending to be virginal school boys, making out in Lance's basement while his 'parents' were out 'shopping'. Having Lance go along with the plan was unexpected only furthering his desire for him, but having Lance be as excited as he was only solidified what Justin had always known, that he was in love with the older man. Lance's participation in the afternoon had also brought forth new information that Justin wasn't previously aware of, the depth of Lance's love for him.

Initially, Justin had assumed it wouldn't go any further than it had, them fumbling with hand jobs and blow jobs on Lance's downstairs couch. That was why Justin was shocked when Lance had proposed to do it again.

"My parents are going away next weekend..."

With that one sentence, Justin knew the games were going to continue, this time with them taking it further. If Justin understood correctly, they would be taking it all the way. He was hard the entire duration of his drive over to Lance's house, mind already focused on how hot it was going to be. Justin had even dressed the part, borrowing a few things from friends in wardrobing. He wanted to do this right and hoped that Lance had been as serious as he was with his suggestion.

The second that Lance opened the door at his house, Justin knew he was serious. Their wild, kinky weekend was just starting.

Lance's cock throbbed in his jeans and his mouth started to salivate. Why he hadn't thought of this sooner plagued his mind as Justin stood before him, clad in a pair of baggy jeans, a football jersey, a letterman's jacket over top and a ball cap on his head. Justin was Lance's wet dream. "Fuck you're hot," he breathed, letting his eyes roam shamelessly over Justin's body. A low growl rumbled through his chest, a raw hunger emenating from his soul.

Meanwhile, Justin was doing the same in appraising Lance's body. The older man wore a simple tee shirt and jeans, the fabric clinging to Lance's body teasingly. Minutes passed before either man snapped out of his daze, they had an unwritten script to follow.

"Can I come in?" Justin asked shyly, grinning as Lance blushed and nodded. Something passed between them and they both nodded, indicating that they had officially stepped into their roles for the weekend.

"Yeah. Sorry... Mama and Daddy just left, I wasn't sure when you'd be comin' over." Lance stepped to the side so Justin could enter. "Mama left us a snack."

Justin threw his knapsack in the foyer as he toed his shoes off. He tossed 'his' letterman's jacket down on a nearby chair and followed Lance into the kitchen, amazed at the lengths Lance went through to make the night perfect. As promised, there were cookies, crackers, cheese and fruit set out on a serving dish on the table. Lance poured them each a glass of milk as he sat down across from Justin.

"How was football practice?" Lance asked, engrossed with Justin's presence at his table.

Justin grinned. "Awesome. We've got a great team this year. Coach says we might go to State." He grabbed a few apple wedges and nudged Lance's foot under the table. "How 'bout you? How was choir?"

"All right. Same songs as we always sing. It's good practice for Sunday mass though." Lance bit into a grape and paused thoughtfully. "You should come by sometime. Your voice is so beautiful."

They made idle chit chat until the plate was empty and they had devoured the whole snack. Both men knew they had all the time in the world to execute their grand plan so there was no pressure to rush unnecessarily. They could take their time, enjoy the small details that were so often overlooked and savour the memories they were creating.

"You maybe wanna watch some TV?" Lance asked as he headed into the living room. Justin nodded, standing up and following close behind. After a lengthy suggestion of what to put on, they both agreed on Sixteen Candles, settling in comfortably on the couch. It was Justin who spoke first.

"Did you... you know ... tell anyone at school about what happened last week?" Justin was caught between hoping it had meant enough to Lance to tell his friends about them and afraid that he had for fear of people finding out. His attraction to Lance had taken him by surprise and he wasn't sure if he was ready to out himself to the world. Justin waited nervously for Lance to answer. Thankfully, the older man shook his head.

"No. I figured you wouldn't want anyone to know about me. Especially about us messin' around, you know? Did you? Uhhh, tell anyone I mean?" Lance held his breath until Justin mirrored his action.

"Nope. I like having a secret from the guys. You're all mine and I don't like sharing." Justin failed to mention his anxiety about people finding out he was less than straight, although he wasn't entirely sure that was the only reason. He did like knowing that no one knew what he and Lance did behind closed doors. It gave them a connection that no one else was in on and that made him feel special, and it made Lance even more special in his eyes. Justin only smiled, squeezing Lance's thigh.

Lance couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at Justin's possessiveness. With anyone else it would have felt constricting and confining, but with Justin it was endearing. There was a sense of ownership and property, although not in a demeaning sort of way, which made all the difference. He knew a small part of Justin was afraid of the rest of the jocks finding out he wasn't wholly heterosexual, but it was more than that, Lance could see it in Justin's eyes. "Good," he replied, licking his lips and smiling shyly at Justin.

The movie was about a third of the way through and neither men could focus on the TV screen. All Justin could think about was making his move and what Lance's reaction would be to it, while all Lance could think about was whether or not Justin was going to make a move and what it would be.

"I see you brought a bag..." Lance pointed out, making small talk. Justin nodded, grinning playfully.

"Extra clothes. Can't go home in what I came over in. Besides, I told my folks I was staying over at Britney's."

Lance growled, narrowing his eyes. "Britney?" There was no mistaking the hostility in that one word.

Justin shrugged in response. "Some girl in my calc class. I said it as though they should know who she is so they were too embarrassed to question it. Needed a cover."

Lance's anger ebbed just slightly and he felt a little silly for being so jealous. He blushed and looked away wanting to know more but too shy to ask. "I thought maybe she was..." He jumped as he felt Justin's breath hot on his cheek, their faces close together.

"Shhhhh, don't apologize. It's okay Lance, there's no one. No one except you."

Lance couldn't help but voice the question on his mind out loud. "Do you... like girls? You know, at all?"

Justin bit his lip, thinking about the question. Finally, to Lance's surprise, he shook his head. "No. I thought at one time I did, but then I realized I don't. Not like that. do you?"

Lance laughed as though the question were absurd. "GOD no. Not like... romantically anyways. They're great as friends but not for more."

They sat pressed together tightly, Justin's mouth still next to Lance's ear. "Do you like me? Romantically?" Justin asked, voice breathy causing goose bumps to travel up Lance's spine.

Lance's cheeks burned aflame, his hands trembling nervously. He couldn't find his voice so instead he nodded, hoping Justin would see the honesty in his eyes. As if reading Lance's mind, Justin groaned softly, dragging his lips down Lance's jaw to his lips where he kissed him hotly, taking gentle possession of his mouth. When they pulled apart, Justin's voice was barely a whisper.

"Good. I like you too." Slowly, so as not to startle Lance, Justin slid his hand over Lance's thigh to his lap. He applied just enough pressure to make the older man moan. "In fact, I more than like you. And I more than liked what we did last week." Justin kissed Lance while massaging his erection through the denim of his jeans. "I was kind of hoping we'd do it again tonight."

"Me too." Lance squeaked, thrusting into Justin's hand. Needing the contact, Lance gripped the back of Justin's head, pulling him down for a demanding kiss. He devoured Justin's mouth, sucking hungrily on his tongue.

Justin couldn't help but moan, falling victim to Lance's assault on his mouth. In moments, the movie was long forgotten and Lance had pushed Justin into a vertical position, while he crawled seductively over top of him. When he finally broke away, Justin was breathless.

"Lance... what happened?" Justin felt a pang of disappointment at Lance's aggressiveness. It was supposed to be him in charge, him in control, not Lance. They were deviating from the original plan.

With a shy blush, Lance averted his eyes and composed himself. "I sort of... I wanted to be ready for you. For tonight. So I got a friend of mine.." Lance paused as he took a deep breath. "Do you know Joe Fatone? He's in Drama Club."

Justin nodded, curious as to where Lance was going with this.

"So I got him to get me some movies, you know... so I wouldn't suck." Lance could see a spark of electricity in Justin's eyes and he knew he'd said the right thing. He could tell Justin was getting frustrated with his urgency and desperation to speed things up, so he had to think quick in explaining his actions.

Justin knew Lance was lying but he didn't care. He appreciated the thought regardless. Nuzzling up against Lance's throat, he let out a sexy growl. "I wouldn't mind you sucking."

Lance's giggle vibrated against Justin's tongue which was lapping playfully at his throat. "I don't want to suck in a bad way. I want to make this good for you."

Justin lovingly shushed the other man, kissing him softly. "You will, Baby. You're gonna make this so fucking good, I just know it. But first..." He rolled them so that Lance was wedged against the back of the couch, and then he sat up. Before Lance could protest, Justin stood up and extended his arms for Lance to follow. "Come on, Babe. We'll be more comfortable in your room. Don't you think?"

Lance sat up, knowing he was going to have to guide Justin to the right bedroom. He had managed to buy and have his childhood bedding and replicates of the furniture in his bedroom back home in Mississippi sent to his house in LA. Transforming one of the guest rooms, Lance had set it up so that it was identical to the room at his parents house, the room in which he grew up in. Thankfully, when the group had just started out, Justin had been to Lance's house and even slept over a few times before they'd headed over to Europe. Justin had slept on the floor next to his bed, so Lance knew he would catch the significance of the furniture and bedding. The effort would not be for naught, as details were key in this game.

Justin followed Lance, silently wondering why he'd walked past his own bedroom. As if sensing his confusion, Lance turned around and smirked. "That's Mama and Daddy's room. They'll kill me if I go in there and mess things up. It's the grown up bedroom."

Justin remained silent, still following obediently. It was as Lance opened the door to 'his' room that he finally spoke, gasping loudly. "Mother of Fuck!!"

Lance chuckled, slipping out of character. "Creepy huh?" He received a nod in response as Justin stepped into the room cautiously.

"Yeah-huh!" Blue eyes darted around the room, drinking in the familiar surroundings.

Taking a chance, Lance stepped in behind Justin and wrapped his arms around his waist, palming the thick, heavy erection purposefully. Both men moaned into the silence of the room. "Makes you fucking hot though doesn't it?" Lance asked, voice low, practically a growl. He'd hoped it wasn't just him, but the feel of Justin's erection thickening under his hand eased his mind. He wasn't alone in that feeling.

"It did when I was sixteen and laying on the floor next to your bed, and it still does now." Justin said truthfully, closing his eyes and getting lost in the memories of years past. When he could speak without his voice cracking he continued. "At least this time I get to fuck you, for real and not in my dreams." Justin turned around to look into Lance's eyes, his own gaze stopping on the one thing he had a problem with in the room. Without wanting to complain, Justin felt he had to mention it. "You couldn't have put in a bigger bed though?" Against the wall was a twin sized bed, barely big enough to fit one comfortably.

Lance shook his head, coyly. "No. I wanted it just like my bedroom back home. Exactly. This is the room, the bed, I've always fantasized about you fucking me in, so this is the bed you will."

Justin nodded, unable to argue with that. He had to agree, the smaller bed added an eroticism that a bigger bed couldn't accomplish. A smaller bed meant less room and a tighter space to fit into. Lance looked hot bent like a pretzel, so it was a win/win situation all around. "Okay." With that one word, the game was back on and they were playing again.

"Nice bedroom Lance," Justin whispered. "It's so you."

"Umm, thanks. Daddy helped me decorate it just right." Lance walked towards the desk, leaning against it seductively. They stared at one another for a few minutes before Lance spoke again "Can I tell you something?" He waited for Justin to nod, transfixed as the younger man slowly strode across the room. Justin stopped directly in front of him, pressing their bodies together intimately.

"Yes." Justin's voice rolled off of Lance's skin like a gentle caress.

"I wasn't sure if you were really going to come over. When we were foolin' around in the basement and I told you Mama and Daddy were going outta' town, I figured you'd forgot or didn't really care. That it didn't matter. But then when I got the note you slipped in my locker.. well it's all I've been able to think about since."

Justin felt his cock twitch and his lips curled into a sexy smirk. He leaned in to lick at the corner of Lance's mouth. "Oh yeah? You still have the note?"

Lance blushed as he shook his head. "Nah..." He saw Justin frown and quickly added, "I had to throw it away. It got a little dirty."

All Justin had to do was cock his eyebrow questioningly for Lance to spill the story.

"I was sorta.." Lance explained, just a little embarrassed, "I was layin' in bed and rereadin' the note. Well that got me to thinkin' what we'd be doin' here when Mama and Daddy left and I started touchin' myself. I was thinkin' about you and what we did together and how I want to do it again. I got so hot and it felt so good that I came and it was so good it shot up and messed up the note. So I had to throw it away so Mama didn't find it when she cleaned up my room."

All that could be heard was Justin's whimper and moan, echoing through the room at this visual imagery. Unable to stop himself, Justin took the older man in a violently passionate kiss, grinding their swollen erections against one another. Justin noticed that the more turned on Lance got, the thicker his accent was, which only turned him on further. As they engaged in the kiss, Justin tugged on Lance's shirt, attempting to take it off. Once Lance was naked from the waist up, Justin broke the kiss and dropped to his knees.

Lance's knees buckled as Justin swiftly undid his jeans. They were down his thighs and around his ankles before Lance could even think about protesting. It was as Justin lifted his leg to help him step out of the pants that Lance found his voice, "Justin?"

Justin recognized the shy, nervous tone of Lance's cry and paused as he reminded himself that he had to go slow. Lance wasn't as experienced as he was and the last thing he wanted to do was push the older man too fast. He flashed Lance a comforting smile and tried to soothe his anxiety. "You liked what we did before, right Lance? In your basement last week?"

Lance nodded mutely, focusing on the blue of Justin's eyes.

"You want to do that again, right? Feel that good and make me feel that good?"

Again, Lance nodded.

"Then you have to trust me, Baby. I won't hurt you, I promise I'll never hurt you." Justin nuzzled Lance's stomach playfully before standing up an kissing him with gentle reassurance. It was when he felt Lance surrender completely that he withdrew. "You know I'll always take care of you, right?"

"I know that Justin, I guess I'm just a little scared."

"You don't have to be, Baby. There ain't nothing to be afraid of."

"A-a-are you gonna fuck me?" Lance's eyes were wide, his lower lip swollen from being chewed on. He felt slightly awkward because he was still naked and Justin was fully clothed. Shyly, he wrapped his arms around Justin's waist, bringing them closer together. The sigh that escaped Justin's lips went straight to his heart, making him smile.

Justin shook his head before resting it against Lance's forehead. "No babe. I'm gonna make love to you." Both men trembled as Justin took a step back. He inhaled, then exhaled, deeply before speaking. "Baby? You want to undress me?"

With trembling fingers, Lance tugged on the hem of Justin's jersey. There was a slight chill in the air which added to the erotic atmosphere around them. Piece by piece, Lance rid Justin of his clothes until they were all in a pile on the floor and Justin was standing before him, gloriously nude and painfully hard. Lance's mouth watered and he stared openly at Justin's lithe body.

"Do you like what you see?" Justin asked, cupping Lance's chin and forcing him to meet his gaze. When Lance nodded Justin simply smiled. "Good. Because I like what I see and I think we're ready to take this to the bed." They made their way to the bed, Justin positioning them so that they were laying side by side, noses practically touching. He slid a leg in between Lance's, swallowing the moan of pleasure that resulted.

"Do you want to touch me?" Justin asked, stroking Lance's cheek.

Lance held his breath, there was so much he wanted to do and he couldn't decide which to start with. Finally, he nodded, hesitating before moving his hand down the centre of Justin's chest. Lance yelped in surprised when Justin's own hand mirrored his trembling movements.

"I can't believe it," Lance breathed in awe.

"Can't believe what?"

"That you're here. That Justin Timberlake, hottest boy in school, football quarterback and most popular student we've ever had is here with me. In my bed. Kissing and touching me. I just can't believe how lucky I am."

Justin blushed in embarrassment, shaking his head. "I'm the lucky one Lance," he said with absolute honesty. They shared a sweet kiss, both men licking their lips when it ended. "We're both lucky," Justin amended, sighing.

They kissed for a little while longer, letting their hands roam aimlessly and Lance get more comfortable with Justin's body. It was when they were writhing together and Lance was begging for more that Justin proceeded to move things further.

"Roll over," he guided. "It'll be more comfortable for you on your stomach at first."

"I want to be able to see you," Lance whined, struggling to roll the other way onto his back.

"I want that too, but I don't want to hurt you. Not this time, okay? This time we'll do it on your back."

The knowledge that there would be a next time sent a shiver up Lance's spine and he stopped struggling immediately. He smiled as he looked into Justin's eyes. "This time?" Lance stroked Justin's cheek, tracing his lip with his index finger. "Does that mean you're going to want to do this again? With me? It's not just a one time thing?"

Justin couldn't help but chuckle. He kissed Lance's bare shoulder as he flipped him over to rest on his stomach. "Of course it's not a one time thing. I'm going to want to do this with you all the time, or at least whenever you want to do it." Justin licked a path down the older man's spine, stopping at the curve of his ass. He paused to take a good look at the man splayed out before him, ass high in the air and legs spread just right. With nimble fingers, Justin stroked Lance's skin, reveling in it's softness. Lance was responsive to each touch, mewling and growling in pleasure.

"So beautiful," Justin appraised softly while taking his position between Lance's legs. "You have no idea what you do to me."

Lance jumped when he felt Justin's hand on his ass, carefully spreading his cheeks. He left out a strangled whimper and craned his neck to see what was going on. The sight of Justin focused intently on him caused for his cock to harden against the bed sheet below. Justin sat atop his legs, body glistening in the dim light with a look of pure hunger in his eyes. A look that was reflected in Lance's own face. Lance couldn't help but fall that much more in love with the boy.

Their eyes met and Justin smiled, "I've got to stretch you so I don't tear you in half." Lance nodded his compliance while Justin reached for the lube. Once his fingers were slickly coated, he slid them between Lance's ass cheeks, finding his pucker.

Lance whimpered at the painful intrusion, arching his back and gripping the sheets. Slowly, but carefully, Justin worked the one finger in, only adding the second when Lance was ready for it. His own cock was hard and aching for attention, the knowledge that in minutes he would be inside of this man did little to ease the ache.

The feeling was awkward and painful but Lance loved it. He was amazed at the ease and care with which Justin touched him, not pushing too fast. He also loved the soft, gentle words Justin spoke, as well as the way he would press his lips against Lance's shoulder and back in soothing kisses. It hadn't been pleasurable until Lance felt a burst of light flash behind his eyes and his whole body trembled. "What was that?"

Justin chuckled, curling his fingers to do it again. Once more, Lance twitched and jerked in pleasure. "Your prostate, Baby. That's the sweet spot. When I'm inside you, I'm gonna hit that spot over and over, making you cum all night." Justin's voice was a low growl which brought goose bumps to Lance's skin.

Lance whimpered, thrusting against Justin's fingers. He was ready, ready for more. "Justin? Please, now."

"Now what, Baby?" Justin, much to Lance's dismay, withdrew his fingers, wiping them on a towel he'd put near the bed. He grabbed a condom and the tube of KY Jelly again. He wanted to hear Lance say it out loud, beg for it.

"I want you inside me, now. PLEASE."

Justin tore open the condom and rolled it down his erection, trembling at the contact to his aching cock. He was practically shaking with the need for release and knew their 'first time' probably wouldn't last too long. Once again, he looked around the room, unable to believe the lengths that they had gone to for the weekend. If he closed his eyes, he could picture Lance at age seventeen, girlish and beautiful, feeling the same crush he'd had on the other man at that time. It was like being transported back, all the old feelings resurfacing, mixing with the new ones.

"Shhhh," Justin spoke, stroking Lance's back. "Soon enough."

The feel of the lube was cool on his ass as Justin drizzled it between his cheeks. It was mere minutes before Justin was against his body, his erection nudging Lance's ass. "Now... try to relax."

Justin gently pressed forward, amazed at the tightness he encountered. Lance's body struggled against his entry, creating an even tighter friction. He leaned forward, whispering hotly against Lance's ear. "Let me in, Baby. Don't fight it." He knew Lance was clenching around him on purpose to create the illusion of this being his first time. Although Justin appreciated the effort, it was only making things worse.

"Want... to be ....tighter for you..." Lance's body was on fire, the pain absolutely delicious.

"Too much Lance. I'm so fucking hard I could cum right now..." Justin felt the difference immediately as Lance allowed his body to relax. Justin concentrated on anything he could to stop from cumming immediately. Thankfully he felt some of the tension drain from his body. He sighed in relief.

A few moments passed before Lance spoke, his voice a whimper. "Justin, it hurts..."

Trying to soothe the other man, Justin stroked Lance's back while kissing his neck. "I'm almost in, you're so fucking good Lance. God, I fucking love your ass. So hot and tight, Baby."

Finally, Justin's body was pressed against Lance's ass, his chest against his back. He took a few moments to catch his breath and enjoy the feel of their bodies like this. Justin was spread out over Lance like a blanket, covering him protectively.

"Please, move inside me Justin. But go slow, it still hurts." Lance's voice was pleading, Justin unable to deny him anything.

"Of course, Baby."

The pace was slow and sensual, Justin pulling out almost entirely before sliding back in with little effort. He took all the time in the world, wanting to remember their 'first time' forever. He memorized every sound Lance made, every shudder and every goose bump produced, whispering words of love and appreciation throughout it's duration.

"I want to make you cum," Lance moaned, arching his back in pleasure. He could tell that Justin was going slow for his sake, which although was enjoyable, was not what he wanted right now. He wanted more.

"Need... harder... faster... to cum." Justin sighed.

"Then go faster. Harder."

"Too soon...." Justin didn't want to push too fast, too soon and risk hurting Lance. He twitched as he felt Lance tighten around him.

"DO IT. Please, I can take it."

Justin stopped without warning, balls deep in Lance's ass. Their bodies were slick with sweat, the stench of sex in the air. "Are you sure?"

"Fuck... yeah.." Lance growled, shaking his ass impatiently.

Justin pulled out and maneuvered them both to their knees, rather than spread out on the bed. Without notice, he gripped Lance's hips and thrust in sharply. Both men yelped in surprise at the electricity between them as Justin began a demanding, fast pace, taking possession of Lance's body. Justin's eyes shut from the sheer pleasure he was experiencing, all he could focus on was the tight, gripping heat of Lance's body. Vaguely, the cries of passion and love penetrated his mind and he felt the familiar stirrings of his orgasm approaching.

"Fuck Lance... gonna cum!"

Lance whimpered, submitting to the pleasure of Justin inside of him, hitting his prostate repeatedly. He reached down to take a hold of his erection, surprised when Justin stopped him. "Please," he cried, desperately.

"No, gonna take care of that myself." And suddenly Lance felt Justin give two sensuous tugs on his cock, squeezing the base just enough to short circuit Lance's whole body.

Lance came with a thunderous cry, and a violent shake of his whole body. The movement was enough to bring Justin with him, both men completely fell into the pleasure, holding onto one another desperately.

Breathless, Justin slipped out of Lance's body, collapsing on the bed beside him. He barely registered Lance peeling the condom off of him with a tissue, tossing it away in the trash. "I love you so much Justin," Lance spoke softly, voice barely audible.

Justin's heart was still racing and he could still feel the euphoria in his veins. He turned his head to see Lance's face, pleased to find the older man watching him with awe.

"I love you too, Baby. For so long."

Lance nodded, he knew. Justin like he knew how Justin felt in that exact moment. They were connected, souls entwined. Without faltering, he curled up beside Justin, resting his head on the younger man's chest. Justin's heart beat directly against his cheek, the sound calming his own erratic pulse.

"We should," Justin started, his voice hoarse. As much as he knew they should get up and clean themselves, he didn't want to move from where he was. Lance's voice vibrated through his chest.

"Later. I want to enjoy this with you for right now. Us cuddled up in my bed." Lance held onto Justin tighter, almost afraid to let go. What scared him the most was that he'd stopped acting a while ago. This sense of attachment he was feeling, the awesome rush of love that overwhelmed him was definitely unexpected. He wondered silently if Justin felt it, not wanting to over analyze everything.

Justin gently stroked Lance's back, needing the contact. There was so much he wanted to say right now, but didn't have the words for it. "Amazing. Even better than what I'd always pictured it to be."

Lance exhaled the deep breath he was holding. Raising his head, he rested his chin on Justin's chest so he could look up at his lover. "Me too. God ,I was so scared that night.. so many nights... spending the night with you. Wanting you so bad but never knowing if you felt the same."

"I did."

Both men smiled. Lance kissed Justin's chest. "I'm glad."

"I never would have expected things to turn out how they did."

Lance cocked his head to the side, questioningly. "With us or the group?"

"Both. Any of it. It just turned out better than I could have ever dreamed. Thank you."

Leaning up, Lance pressed his mouth against Justin's in a deep, languid kiss. Both men were breathless by the time they pulled away, lips swollen, eyes dancing.

"Any time, Baby. Any time."

Finis.


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