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Title: Thank God I'm A Country Boy
Author: Jules
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Nick/Lance
Disclaimer: Fiction for the purpose of entertainment
Warning: Bigroupal warning. Slash warning
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There was a certain feeling in the air. A general atmosphere of the bar that they'd gone to and Nick felt considerably out of his league. He knew that he didn't belong here, and judging by the looks he'd garnered upon entering the establishment he wasn't the only one who knew it. With each suspicious glance in his direction, with each bemused expression he'd received as he made his way through the throngs of people to where he wanted to go, it was clearly obvious that they felt he didn't belong as much as he did.

A band was currently playing on the small stage at the back of the spacious bar, which looked curiously like a barn. That was the first sign that something was amiss, when he'd pulled up to the building, following the directions he'd been given and found it was a barn. A BARN. Well, it wasn't technically a barn, but the building was not only shaped as one, but decorated to look like one. Nick should have known right then that he was in the wrong place. Quite possibly the wrongest place he could ever find himself in. But he thought about the phone call he'd gotten only a few days earlier, a low, sensual voice begging him to come and visit, that he wanted him to join him and friends for a birthday party. Nick could never say no to that voice, so he agreed to fly out to Mississippi and sacrifice a Saturday night to socialize with ...hicks. Looking around him at the multitude of cowboy hats, and basing his opinion on that observation alone, he was officially in hicksville.

He had paid his cover and shown his identification, but not without soft chuckles in response. Nick had simply shrugged it off and continued into the barn ..bar, trying not to notice how country and western the place was. Although he had to admit, seeing it was a country bar, they'd done a wonderful job decorating. The 'seating' area was simply long tables and benches, four rows of them, accompanied at the right hand side as you were walking in, with a long bar. Towards the back was the dance floor and the stage. It looked like something out of a movie, or a Billy Ray Cyrus video, either worked.

Looking around him, Nick realized he'd never actually been to a country bar, it was very interesting to say the least. He'd been to goth clubs, gay bars, pretty much every type of bar or club. He'd been to freaky places before had never felt this sense of not belonging, and that goth club that Chris had dragged him to once was plenty freaky. But he'd felt more comfortable there than here. Sometimes Nick wondered if he was ever meant to be normal. "Hello sugar, can I get'cha a drink?" A tall, busty blonde wearing a short jean skirt with cowboy boots, a tank top and a jean vest topped off with a cowboy hat had approached, giving him the eye. He had opted to wear jeans and a jersey but he had a feeling that she didn't quite mind his attire as the gentlemen at the door had. Well, he had been told to wear what he felt comfortable in.

"Can I get a rye and ginger please," he smiled sweetly. She nodded and ambled towards the bar, returning a few minutes later with his drink.

"Five fifty please." Nick dropped a ten on her tray and winked before walking away. He had someone to find. If he was going to endure this place, he was sure as hell going to do it with the person that had invited him.

Nick was about ten feet from the dance floor when he spotted his prize for the night, standing coolly against a thick wooden pillar. His stomach jumped, heart fluttered and a slow grin crossed his lips. Lance looked completely in his element here, as if he belonged. If this was hicksville, which Nick had already decided it was, Lance was the mayor. Seeing the healthy glow to Lance's skin, Nick understood that he DID belong there, THIS was James Lance Bass. The real James Lance Bass. You wouldn't have been able to tell that Lance was a member of a multi-million record selling pop group, that he'd spent the past ten years working on his dream, traveling the world and becoming not only an award winning musician, but an actor, an agent and a manager. Nick felt his whole body tingle witnessing the older man revert to who he had been before stardom had changed him. This was a side of Lance that Nick had always wanted to see, and now that he got a brief glance, he wanted more.

The band finished one song, moving into another and Nick watched someone lean close to Lance and say something into his ear, causing for him to laugh. Lance's eyes closed and he let his head fall back as laughter coursed through his body. Nick's eyes were transfixed on Lance's Adam's apple as it bobbed up and down. Lance shook his head and as his eyelids fluttered open, their gazes met. Lance cocked his head to the side and the laughter changed to a genuine grin.

Nick's stomach lurched as he felt love overwhelm him. One glance from the older man was worth any discomfort the night might have brought him.

Lance muttered a few words to his friend standing beside him and pushed himself from the wall. He could instantly see how awkward Nick felt in this bar. It wasn't a type of place that Nick would normally go to, but it had meant a lot to Lance, so he'd agreed to come up. Lance could feel the denim stretch across his thighs and groin, which was getting harder by the minute. It had been almost two weeks since he'd last seen Nick and the blonde was looking even more beautiful than he'd remembered. "Hey gorgeous."

The first thing Nick noticed was how thick Lance's accent had gotten since returning home. It caused for a slow burning fire to ignite deep in his stomach. "Hey yourself cowboy." He looked at the people Lance had been with who were all watching him curiously. He put them out of his mind for the moment, his attention focusing only on Lance. "Nice ...." he looked around before staring Lance in the eye, "..place you've got here."

Lance's laugh was low and sensual and Nick could feel it all the way to his toes. "Shut up Carter, this is a fucking fine bar." Nick raised his hands in surrender and Lance took that opportunity to step in just a little closer. The only thing better than hearing Lance's thick Mississippi accent talk to him, was hearing him talk dirty to him, and the way the word 'fuck' rolled off of Lance's tongue was nearly enough to push Nick to dangerous proportions.

"I'm just saying... You should have warned me that there was a uniform. I'd have dressed more appropriately."

Nick's eyes shamelessly traveled up and down Lance's body, causing for both men to feel their groins throbbing as a result. Lance was wearing pretty much the exact same thing as every other male in the bar, but the difference was how he wore it. He had on a pair of well worn jeans, that were tight in all the exact right places, cupping him so beautifully that it took Nick's breath away. He also had on a pair of cowboy boots, a denim shirt and a cowboy hat, all bringing Lance back to his childhood. Nick had never wanted him more than he did right then.

"I didn't want you to dress appropriately. If I wanted a cowboy I could have a cowboy. I could have my pick of cowboys. I like you the way you are." Lance leaned in and put his mouth directly next to Nick's ear, inhaling the familiar cologne his boyfriend wore. "I want to be YOUR cowboy baby. Ride my big stallion of a man."

Had the band not been playing such a loud and rowdy song, the whole bar would have been able to hear Nick's groan in response. His eyes fluttered shut and he trembled, his hand unconsciously moving to his groin which throbbed painfully. "Fuck..."

"Later baby. It's a friend of Stacey's birthday and I want you to meet everyone. Then we can go back to my house and fuck." A jolt of electricity passed through Nick's body and he trembled, needing a few moments to collect himself before following Lance.

Nick knew going into their relationship seven months earlier that Lance was a country boy through and through. No matter how 'Hollywood' he'd turned or how much he loved the glitz and glamour of the industry, Lance was tied with cast iron strings to Mississippi. Yes, he had a house in LA and he even had a house in Florida, but his heart was back home and the first thing he'd done when he'd had enough money was buy land and have a house built. His house for when he'd gotten tired of the spotlight and was ready to settle down with a family. So rather than stay with his parents when he came back home to visit, Lance stayed at his own house, which was connected to his parents' land, but far away enough so that it wasn't overbearing having them so close by. Nick knew that's where they were going to be staying while he was visiting, and that suited him just fine. There was no way he'd be able to sex Lance up with mama and papa Bass only a few feet away.

Nick swallowed thickly and tried to stop trembling. Just having Lance close by was enough to put him on edge, and being unsure of how far he could go with his boyfriend was making him nervous. He didn't want to go too far or say too much, so instead he kept to himself. "So.. who are we here celebrating for?" The feel of a hand sliding into his, fingers threading together caused him to jump and look down at their hands.

Lance simply smiled and brought their hands to his mouth, kissing Nick's hand softly. "It's okay baby. It's a small town and they've known for years I'm gay. And the moment you walked into the bar ... well lets just say I knew before you'd paid cover that you were here. So yeah, I'm sure they know that you're here for me so." Lance's eyes darkened and he tried to pull his hand away, which was impossible because Nick had tightened his grip. "Is that a problem? Did you not want them to know? Because then you shouldn't have..."

Nick laughed and pulled Lance close and kissed him with tremendous heat and passion. Once he'd licked and tasted all of Lance's mouth, Nick pulled back and smiled. "So, whose party are we here for?"

Lance's knees buckled slightly causing for Nick to catch him. The blonde pulled him tight against his body and they stood there for a moment before Lance whispered, "I love you Nick." He grinned as Nick pressed a kiss to his temple, not caring that every person in the bar was probably watching them right now. When he had his bearings Lance stood up straight and looked Nick in the eye. "It's Caroline's birthday. Stacey's best friend from when they were babies."

"What did I miss?" Nick had wanted to be in earlier but hadn't been able to make the flight that would have brought him in. Lance had said he didn't care what time Nick got in, as long as he came up to visit. It was just that he wouldn't be able to meet him at the airport, which Nick had assured him would be fine. He'd just rented an SUV and would drive to wherever Lance wanted him to go. His bags were still in the back of the rental, Nick having driven to the bar directly from the airport. He could bring his things to the house later, with Lance. They'd already been apart for far too long.

"We had dinner earlier. Stacey and Caroline's boyfriend cooked a huge meal for everyone. We had cake and presents and just sat around catching up with everyone. It's been a while since everyone's been home at the same time, so it was nice. Everyone asked about you and wondering if you'd make it, I don't think they thought you would. But I knew you would."

"Of course I did baby, you wanted me here so I came. I'd have moved the ocean to get here to be with you, so you've got me for four days." Lance's smile told Nick everything he needed to know and he would have given up everything he owned knowing that he'd be on the receiving end of that smile again.

"God, I love you baby. Thank you."

Nick knew that Lance had probably refrained from drinking too much so far throughout the night. He was waiting for Nick to get there and now that he'd arrived, Lance would be able to fully relax and enjoy himself. "I love you too Lance. Now introduce me to everyone."

There were approximately ten people in total there for Caroline's party and Nick was introduced to the guests, wishing the birthday girl a very happy birthday. They talked for a few more minutes until the band started to play a song that caused for everyone in the whole bar to start howling. "Oh baby, come dance. I love this song."

Nick shook his head. Being at a country bar was one thing, dancing at a country bar was another. He wasn't even sure HOW to dance to this music, so instead he grinned and briefly kissed Lance's lips. "You go dance babe, I'll get us some drinks and watch you shake that fine ass for me."

Lance pouted for a few seconds, but realized that Nick was not going to be joining him on the dance floor, at least not yet. He followed the rest of the gang out onto the dance floor and looked back at Nick, who was ordering a round of drinks for everyone from the waitress. When the drink order was filled, Nick pointed the waitress in the direction of Lance's group, informing her that they were the intended recipients of the drinks. He sat back with his second and probably final alcoholic drink of the night and watched Lance dance the two step. Or whatever that was called, because Nick honestly had no idea.

Nick's first impression years and years ago when Justin had introduced the two was that Lance was some small down mama's boy from Hicksville USA. Of course, eight years later, Nick still held onto that original impression of the older man, but rather than thinking it was a bad thing, it was one of the things Nick loved most about him. Nick had never given Lance a second thought, knowing that the two were too different and had nothing in common beyond Justin. What Nick hadn't known was that underneath his public persona of being a wallflower, Lance was this amazingly wonderful and surprising man. Nick hadn't even been sure that Lance could say the word sex let alone have it, and in all honesty, he thought that the older man was slightly girlie. Looking at Lance right now, Nick had no idea how he could have been so wrong. There was nothing feminine about him. Nothing feminine about the way Lance would push him down on the bed and tell him in his low, rumbling voice what he was going to
 do to him, how he was going to make him feel and what exactly Nick could and could not do. Nothing feminine about the way he would fill out a pair of well worn jeans, the way his stomach would ripple now that he had a newly buff body and absolutely nothing feminine about the way he could make Nick cum faster and harder than he could ever remember.

Lance was all man.

Lance was all Nick's man, and watching his man, Nick felt a surge of love and admiration rise up for him.

It was when the band was going to take a ten minute break that Lance returned, sweating and grinning. The drinks that Nick had been sending him over the past half hour seemed to be affecting his lover. "Are you having a good time Nicky? I don't want you to not have a good time."

Nick laughed, pulling Lance so that he was sitting on his lap. "I'm having a great time baby. I love watching you dance to this music. I love seeing you in your cowboy costume and being so happy because you're home."

Lance giggled and buried his face in Nick's neck, gently swiping his tongue across his slightly stubbled skin. "Good, I want you to have a good time. When the band starts up, will you dance with me?"

Nick moved to protest but made the mistake of looking into Lance's eyes. He saw the raw passion mixed with love there and crumbled. "Okay."


"Good, because I've got a surprise for you." Lance saw Nick's confusion and giggled. "When the band is done it's second set, the DJ plays always regular music till close. It's like a half hour or so, but it gives everyone a chance to enjoy last call before heading out. So then we can dance to your music too baby. It's perfect for both of us."

"Who says we're going to make it through the whole next set Lance? Just watching you up there, shake that fine ass is making me want to go home and do dirty things to it."

Lance growled and nuzzled his face into Nick's neck, biting and nipping at his throat. "Fucking shit Nicky. We don't have to wait to go home, we can just go into the bathroom..." Lance took Nick's mouth in a drunken kiss, nearly swallowing him whole. When Nick pulled back, he was chuckling.

"Uhhh baby? Your 'friends' here," Nick motioned to the entire population of the bar, "already feel I don't belong here, the last thing they need is to go into the bathroom and hear me sucking and/or fucking you. Or you sucking and/or fucking me. It'll definitely be the quickest way to an ass whipping so..." Nick was cut off by Lance's mouth on his again, his groin covered by a probing hand.

"No one cares Nicky," Lance started to say before they were cut off by Stacey, Lance's sister.

"So Nick? Is he always robo-slut when he's drinking?" Nick burst into laughter and Lance simply growled at her.

"I'm not robo-slut."

Nick and Stacey shared a look over Lance's shoulder and they both broke into laughter. "You're a freakin horndog tonight. Or you have been since he showed up." She turned to Nick and rolled her eyes. "I swear, he was normal and then the second we heard you were here he was practically humping the posts. And well mix that with the alcohol, I'm not surprised he's taken you outside to the car to fuck you."

Nick shook his head and smiled lovingly at Lance. "Stacey, I hate to tell you that it's not just the alcohol. This is how he always is. Sober or drunk. He's a robo-slut all the time."

Stacey rolled her eyes and groaned in disgust. "So not anything I need to know about my brother." She watched as the two lovers once again got caught up in an erotic kiss, tongues moving back and forth between their mouths with determination. "But it seems that you're not complaining, so..." Realizing that they were caught up in each other, she simply turned around and rejoined her friends, thankful when the band started up again.

The band took the stage and as the first few notes of the song started to play, Lance jumped off of Nick's lap and pulled the blonde to his feet. "Come on baby, you promised me a dance."

Despite what he'd originally thought, Nick had fun dancing with Lance to his country music. Once you got into a groove, it wasn't too hard, and the steps were relatively easy if you knew what you were trying to do. It had taken him a few songs to get into the groove, but with Lance pressed tight against his back, moving his hips in a slow sultry rhythm to music that seemingly, only Lance heard because he was going too slow for the music the band was playing, Nick found that he didn't really care how stupid he felt, he was having fun. And Lance was having fun and that was all that mattered.

"Nick, you don't know what it means to me that you're here," Lance admitted drunkenly, wrapping his arms around Nick's neck and pulling him down for a quick kiss. "I want you to love it here as much as I do."

Nick wasn't sure he could ever love Mississippi as much as Lance did, but he loved Lance a hell of a lot, so he'd try. And he loved Lance here because this was who he truly was and it allowed for him to get just a glimpse of the man behind the mask of Hollywood, so if being home did this to him, Nick loved home. Lance was peach cobbler, biscuits and greens. He was 'please and thank you', pulling out chairs for women and calling them ma'am. He had the southern charm and manners, something Nick had never really been exposed to growing up. Lance was everything that he was not, and that made him want to be everything he could, if not to just make the older man proud. Lance had told him countless times that he loved Nick the way he was, and Nick could never fully grasp why seeing that they were so different.

"That's why I love you, because we're different. I grew up with my kind, but why do you think I was so happy to get out? Yes, deep down I'm a country boy, but not all country boys are like me and I don't want to be one of them. I want to be me, and with you, I can be me," Lance had said to him one night after Nick had asked why Lance loved him so much, knowing how different they were. Nick had never needed to ask the question again, the honesty in Lance's eyes telling him everything he needed to know.

"I don't know if I'll love it as much as you do, but I love you more than enough to try baby." Nick smiled at the wistful grin that crossed Lance's face. It was the same with him and the ocean. Nick was at home by the water, with the waves crashing against the sand and his boat tied to the dock at the marina. He never felt more himself than when he was anywhere near the water, and he always wanted Lance to feel as comfortable there as he did, so he understood where the other man was coming from.

The next hour passed a hell of a lot faster than Nick had expected it to. He'd taken a break from dancing with Lance to dance with Stacey and then Caroline, having more fun than he would have admitted. "You're really good at this Nick," Stacey commented as Nick twirled her perfectly.

"I do dance you know. For a living," he joked, dipping her before setting her right again. "But its' not as hard as it looks. I mean, it is, but it's fun. I just never understood why anyone would want to subject themselves to it."

At that exact moment, they both turned to look at Lance who was sitting at a nearby table, taking a break with a large glass of water.

"And now you do?" She asked, nodding towards her brother who at that exact moment looked up and grinned drunkenly at them.

"Do I ever."

Stacey chuckled and shook her head as she patted Nick's shoulder. "Go get your man. The second you let him sit down he's a goner."

Nick headed over to where Lance was sitting and pulled him to his feet. "No resting for you cowboy. I have it on good authority that the minute you slow down you're going to be useless for the rest of the night, and I have some big plans for later." Nick's lips curled into a sexy grin, causing Lance to shiver. "Now get that sexy ass back on the dance floor with me. Besides, it's almost time for MY music to start."

Lance finished off the remainder of his water and stood up. He took a few seconds to steady himself and approached Nick, kissing him full on the mouth. They made their way back to the center of the dance floor, moving to the final songs that the band played for the evening. Once the men retreated from the stage, the DJ came over the microphone announcing that it was 'first call for last call'. Seconds later Journey was blaring through the speakers.

"This is for Nick. Special request."

Nick's lips curled into a sappy grin and he looked at Lance who was trying to appear inconspicuous. "Wow... coincidence huh?" Lance slurred, looking too proud of himself to be innocent.

"You're amazing," Nick said, pulling his lover into his arms as Steve Perry belted out the lyrics to Faithfully. The next half hour was spent with Nick and Lance dancing to songs, slow and fast, wrapped up in each other's arms.

It was only when the DJ announced 'last call for last call', that Stacey pulled the two apart. "We're going now boys, you gonna be okay to get home?"

Lance giggled and held onto Nick tighter. "We're not done yet!"

"We are here babe." Nick turned to face Stacey and smiled at her. "We're fine. I know the way to Lance's from here, and I haven't been drinking. Are you all okay?"

Stacey nodded, "yeah, Caroline's boyfriend didn't drink, so he's going to drive. Everyone else left hours ago."

They bid each other a good night and Nick worked at tearing Lance away from the bar to get him home. "Come on baby, we gotta go."

"I don't want to.. wanna stay here and dance."

Nick knew what it was going to take to get Lance to leave. "You can stay here and dance alone, or come home and fuck me! Your choice." Lance's head snapped up to attention and his eyes opened wide. He thought about it for a few seconds before grinning.

"Lets go."

"That's what I thought." Lance had come up with his sister and their friends so Nick knew that his car wasn't parked in the makeshift lot. If it had been, they would have had to drive back the next day to pick it up, but knowing that Nick would be arriving with a car, Lance decided not to drive. Nick made sure that Lance was buckled in tightly before starting the car and driving through the pitch black night in the direction of Lance's house. "Now baby, is it the first or second dirt road after the ugly orange mailbox that I take?"

Lance let out a loud belch as he'd started to talk, causing them both to burst into laughter. "Making room," Lance confessed, giggling drunkenly. He took a moment to compose himself before speaking. "It's the second one. Ugly mailbox, first dirt road and then mine. That'll take you to the main road up to my place."

Nick nodded, keeping his eye out for the offensive mail box. When he saw it, he knew it was just a matter of minutes before he had to turn off. "Okay babe, it's going to get bumpy for a bit. So try not to puke." He received a scoff in return, Lance confident that he was going to be okay. Nick wasn't too sure while on the dirt road, but thankfully Lance managed to keep it together and survive until they were on paved road again. "You okay sweetie?" Nick leaned over to caress Lance's face affectionately.

"Never been better Nicky. Just trying to figure out how I want to fuck you first." Lance turned his head so that he was watching Nick closely, licking his lips.

Nick's laughter echoed in the SUV and he shook his head. "You sure you're even going to be able to get it up? I remember last time you got wasted... well lets just say I was jerking off alone because someone couldn't get it up and was pissy about it." Nick heard Lance growl and jerked when the older man grabbed a firm hold of his hand, bringing it down to his hardened cock.

"Does this feel limp? Is this hard enough for you Nick?"

Nick whimpered and sighed, pulling his hand back before he got too involved with Lance's erection and ran them off the road and into a tree. "Damn baby, yeah that feels good."

"Great, because that's what I'm going to be fucking you with tonight."

The car veered slightly the left which made Lance squeal with laughter and Nick growl about horny cowboys and had he known that all it took was to take Lance to a country bar to get him like this, he'd have done it sooner. It felt like forever before they reached Lance's spacious house. Nick pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, jumping out quickly. Lance stumbled out behind him, heading to the front porch to unlock the door and disarm the alarm. Once he'd grabbed all of his bags, Nick followed his lover into the house. Lance was already on his way up the stairs, Nick could see his clothing trail left in his wake. Chuckling, he set his bags down momentarily, locked the doors and reset the alarm.

Nick had been at Lance's house on numerous occasions so he knew which was the master bedroom without having to be told. The faint sound of Lance's favourite CD was wafting through the air making Nick's skin prickle with anticipation. As much as he knew that he shouldn't have sex with Lance while he was so drunk, he knew it wasn't a problem. There were countless times when he himself had come home from a night out, drunker than anything and insatiably horny. And while at the beginning of their relationship, they'd been uncomfortable with drunken sex, or at least sex when only one of them was drunk, they were now at a point of complete and utter trust with one another that they wouldn't do anything that wasn't wanted by both of them. Nick knew he could trust Lance no matter what, and Lance felt the same way about Nick.

As he entered the bedroom, Nick was surprised to find it empty. Instead, he could hear water running in the master bathroom. Lance was quickly rinsing off and probably brushing his teeth. No matter how drunk he was, Lance always brushed his teeth first thing when he got home from the bar. He hated that alcoholic fuzziness that went with drinking too much. Nick put his things in the corner, hanging up what needed to go in the closet before heading into the bathroom to do the same as his lover. As Lance was stepping out of the shower, Nick stepped in, the two men sharing a brief kiss along the way. "Be out in a sec."

"I'll be waiting."

When Nick emerged, he strolled into the bedroom naked and pleased to find Lance on the bed. What he wasn't pleased about was the fact that Lance was presently stroking his erection. "Now baby, if you play with that what am I going to have to play with?" Lance's lips curled into a smirk as his eyes fluttered open.

"I'm just getting it ready for you Nicky. Want you to come and play with it, with me." Lance withdrew his hand slowly and Nick groaned as he watched the hardened muscle bob without any support. It took him four long strides to reach the bed and Nick was on his knees and between Lance's legs immediately. He licked his lips and lowered his mouth as far as he could. Nick heard whimpering sounds escaping Lance's lips as his nose touched the course hair at the base of his cock. He didn't know what he loved more about blowing Lance, the feel of a hot, hard cock on his tongue and down his throat, or how much he knew Lance enjoyed it, that evident from the moaning and outcries as well as the way Lance's hands would grip his hair tightly and pull. He began with a fast pace, licking and sucking the older man enthusiastically until he couldn't take any more. Nick pulled off, his mouth making a faint popping sound and Lance's eyes opened quickly as he groaned in disappointment.


"What are you doing? I want to cum!"

"In my ass," Nick said, licking a direct line from Lance's cock up his stomach and chest to his chin. He ended the trip by kissing him passionately, nibbling on his lips with delight. He'd missed the taste of Lance and wondered if in four days he was going to be strong enough to leave. He just might be forced to extend his visit until he convinced Lance to come with him where he needed to go. "Please, fuck me." It was more of a whimper than anything and Nick could feel Lance's cock twitch against his thigh.

"Awww..." Lance groaned. He had to control himself or he was going to cum. Seriously. With Nick on top of him, writhing and moving so damn seductively, not to mention how hot it sounded when he begged, Lance was amazed that in his drunken state, he'd been able to hold on THAT long. "You know I will Nicky. I'll fuck you any time you want." Lance pushed Nick off of him and watched as the blond turned over on his stomach. He slapped Nick's ass sharply, enjoying the cry of delight that resulted and grinned, "yeah I will Nicky. I'll fuck this ass real good."

If Nick had to pick one thing, one thing that could get him harder than anything else in the world, it would have to be Lance's voice. The way it just dripped sex, covered you and made you want to do whatever it took to get off. Sometimes Nick could cum just from listening to Lance tell him what he wanted to do with him, and although it wasn't the same as having Lance just do those things, it was almost as good. He vaguely registered Lance leaving his side for a moment to grab condoms and lube from the bathroom. It was when he felt cool, slick fingers stretching him that he focused on what was happening, on the fact that in minutes, Lance was going to be inside him. There was a soft kiss to each of his shoulder blades before the familiar pressure could be felt. It was sharp and slightly uncomfortable until finally Lance slid all the way home and they were completely joined, Nick's ass against Lance's pelvis. Both men sighed in pleasure and paused for a moment to remember this
 feeling, both from past experiences and for future instances when they couldn't be together. It was Lance who moved first.

He started out slow and measured, wanting to draw it out as long as he possibly could. Yes Lance was drunk, yes he was exhausted, but that didn't matter at the moment, all that mattered was that Nick was beneath him, whimpering loudly and holding onto the sheets with a cast iron grip. The headboard was banging against the wall every so often, only adding to the atmosphere. Nick's pleas interrupted his line of thoughts and Lance snapped to attention.

"Faster baby, please. I need it faster and harder." Slow and sweet they could do tomorrow. Nick didn't want Lance to tease him, he wanted it hard and fast and almost painful. It had been too long since they'd been together and as much as he loved romantic Lance, it wasn't what he'd spent all night waiting for. Lance's chuckle rumbled in his ears and goose bumps resulted almost immediately.

"Okay. I'll make you cum Nicky."

Fingers tightened on Nick's hips to an almost bruising degree. Teeth nipped sharply on his shoulder as a growl sounded in the room and suddenly the mood shifted, Lance started to fuck him. It was hard and rough, just how Nick wanted it. He could feel it from the tips of his toes to the ends of his hairs and fingers, Nick's whole body enveloped in the sweet pain of Lance's roughness. His eyes closed shut and his jaw dropped open, a grunt sounding with each thrust into his body. He managed to support himself on one arm while he shifted the other one so he could stroke his own erection which was throbbing painfully between his legs. Visions of Lance throughout the night were flashing in his mind. Lance resting against the wall, his cowboy hat pulled down low so that all was visible was his nose and his lips which were curled into a coy smirk; Lance teaching him how to two step, hands on his hips pretending to be the girl so he could teach Nick to lead; but mostly the way Lance had been
 watching him with nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes.

Nick's orgasm hit him hard and fast. He shot three times, two landing on his chest one on the bedspread below him before he realized that Lance was still working on his own orgasm. Nick did his best to clench his muscles around Lance's erection, blindly grasping behind him to clutch onto Lance's hip roughly. "Come on baby, let it go.. cum for me," he gasped. Nick was barely able to support himself, dangerously close to falling face first onto the bed.

"Just ... a ... few ...more..." Lance grunted before releasing deep into Nick's body. He cried out loudly and felt his entire body trembling violently. It was quite possibly the sweetest orgasm he'd had in a long time, mainly because the ones in his recent past were while he was alone and Nick was across the country. Just having Nick there was enough to render him immobile afterwards.

They collapsed onto the bed, creating a sweaty tangle of limbs. Lance slid out of Nick's body leaving them both with an almost overwhelming feeling of loss. "I love you Lance," Nick whispered, kissing Lance's hand which was right next to his face. He giggled when he felt the older man press a tired kiss to his shoulder blade.

"I love you too Nicky."

They'd meant to get up afterwards. They really had. But before Nick could even think about asking Lance to get off of him and out of the bed, he could faintly hear a snoring coming from his lover, who had promptly fallen asleep on his back. Nick wanted to roll them over so that he wasn't being squished between the mattress and Lance's body, but as he drifted off to sleep himself, he'd never felt more comfortable in his life. Or more safe and secure. He loved exactly where he was and didn't want Lance to move for the world.

When he awoke in the morning, Nick had expected Lance to either still be asleep, or curled up in the fetal position, nursing a massive hangover. Surprisingly, he found neither. What he woke up to was the aroma of bacon, eggs, sausage, biscuits and grits cooking, a house full of voices drifting up through the vents. When Nick finally peeled himself off of the sheets, replaced them with clean ones and threw the dirty linen in the hamper, took a shower and got dressed, he headed downstairs to find Lance, his parents and sister all sitting at the table, talking animatedly about something or another, a table full of food sitting between them. As he entered the room, four sets of eyes turned to him.

"I told you he'd be up within five minutes of the food being put on the table," Lance admitted proudly. He stood up and kissed his lover deeply, not embarrassed by his parents being in the room. Nick was slightly nervous, but Lance took a moment to whisper to him, "don't worry baby. They love you as much as I do, they don't care."

Nick took a nervous breath and smiled shyly at Lance's parents and his sister, blushing at the knowing look they all gave him. "Good morning everyone."

"Good morning Nickolas. Enjoy your flight down yesterday?"

"Yes ma'am."

Seconds after Nick had sat down, Diane was up and spooning out food for everyone. Conversation had started again and he briefly felt a hand grasp his knee and squeeze lightly before the pressure was removed. Nick grinned and snuck a sideways glance at Lance. He realized that home wasn't a specific place, it was a state of mind, a feeling. And as long as he was with Lance, he was home.

Finis

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