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Title: Sixteen Again
Author: Jules
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Lambs
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction for entertainment purposes
Warning: Slash warning.
Notes: PWP for the sake of smut. Been a while since I've been in a smutty mood.. and this smacked me in the ass out of nowhere. It's unbetaed, so all mistakes (and I know there probably are a dozen or five) are my own. I'm too impatient to wait for it to be checked and corrected.

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"Come on, I'll like... die... if you don't." Justin waited a few minutes before trying again, his first attempt unsuccessful. "Seriously yo, this could really change my future performance, it's not healthy to just leave it like this without doing something about it." Still nothing. Time to change his approach. "God Lance, don't be such a fucking cock tease. You did this so it's only polite if you get rid of it for me. Now get your ass over here and blow me."

The last sentence was what elicited Lance's reaction. "Excuse me? I didn't DO anything except walk into this room, get a glass of water and sit down. I had no part in doing," Lance pointed to Justin's denim covered erection, "anything with or to THAT!"

Justin pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. "If you loved me you'd do it." He saw Lance's lips curl into a smirk and grinned. "Come on... just touch it. It won't bite you." Justin thrust his hips out as his hand stroked his crotch lewdly.

The reaction he got was Lance rolling his eyes and chuckling. "God Justin, you are so fucking lame sometimes. You sound like a hot and horny teenager, trying to coerce his girlfriend into blowing you."

"You could at least jerk me off if you don't want to blow me." Justin took no offense to Lance's comment. When Lance cocked one eyebrow Justin winked and nodded his head. Both men burst into hysterical laughter.

"That might have worked when you were sixteen J, but you're twenty three now. I know that you can't die from a case of blue balls, and no, it's not a fucking basketball injury that just needs a little massage. You need to come up with something better than that." Lance saw something flash across Justin's face and he watched the younger man shift uncomfortably.

"Wouldn't have worked then either," Justin mumbled, his face red in embarrassment.

Lance winced, realizing how right Justin was. He also knew that Justin had been joking with his whole scenario and thought that Justin knew he'd been joking as well. At sixteen, Justin was the most inexperienced out of everyone in the group. Chris, Joey and JC had pretty much fucked their way through Europe, both English and non-English countries alike, and never would have let Justin get away with those cheesy lines of coercion. Even Lance had gotten his fair share of sex, both of the male and female persuasion, which had left Justin in the dark.

It was the curse of being the youngest and the least accessible to a normal teenage life. When he had started making friends outside of their group, his first 'relationship' had been with Nicky Carter, and even the youngest member of the Backstreet Boys was already well on his way to going all the way. Justin hadn't really gone further than a kiss here and a kiss there, but Nick had done pretty much everything BUT actual sex, so once again, Justin was left behind to catch up. Not that he minded too much at the time, because Justin saw it as having the five best teachers that he could get in the sex department, both in regards to boy on boy love and old fashioned boy on girl love, but just once he'd have liked to be the dominant force in a sexual relationship. Just once he'd have liked to be the one teaching, not the one being taught.

Not that there hadn't been guys and girls outside of his inner clique to go to. They were never, even in their beginning days, short on people who were available to satisfy any need they might have. But he was a performer, a rising star and people were already lining up to suck his cock, even at the age of sixteen. He barely had to nod his head towards his crotch before a mouth, any mouth, was swallowing him down. It made the whole pleading thing seem unnecessary when by the time he'd have gotten started, they'd already made him cum.

"I guess you're right J." Lance leaned over, nuzzling Justin's throat. He could tell that the younger man was trying to fight off the attention, but it was unsuccessful as he felt goose bumps on Justin's skin. "I'm sorry, Baby. Did you want to start again?"

Justin shook his head, trying to remain strong. Something that was hard to do with Lance's hand in his lap. "No, you killed the mood."

Had Lance not been holding a handful of Justin's cock, he might have felt bad, but since he was and that cock was hard, he simply shrugged. "Fine, I'll go then." Lance squeezed Justin gently and felt the throbbing flesh harden. There was no way Justin was going to turn him down now and Lance made no move to leave.

Their eyes met in a lusty gaze, green on blue. Justin was in a horny, playful mood and Lance was more than happy to oblige. His show of turning Justin down earlier was just that, a show. He hadn't even entertained the thought of not giving into Justin's pleas for release, it was just a matter of how hard he was going to make Justin work for it. With that, Lance decided to wait for Justin to set the pace, paint the scene for him that was clearly playing out behind the younger man's eyes. Thankfully he didn't have to wait long.

"So, when's your mama gonna be comin' home?" Justin's accent was thick, sending chills up Lance's spine. They moved a little closer together, as if hesitant and afraid of getting caught. Lance understood the scenario immediately and grinned.

Sixteen and virginal.

Lance's cock throbbed in response.

"I don't know, sometime before dinner." He made a point of looking at his watch. "We've got maybe an hour or so." Lance licked his lips, careful to make a production of it. Justin's growl vibrated through his body. "You wanna watch TV?"

Justin shook his head as he gently ran his hand up Lance's thigh to his groin. "Nah. I wanna do something else." He leaned in to nuzzle Lance's cheek, feeling him stiffen.

"I .. I don't know." The squeak in Lance's voice was genuine as Justin traced the bulge in his jeans. As his finger worked the denim, his tongue licked up Lance's jaw. "What if my mama finds out?"

Justin's laugh was low and confident. "She'll never know, Baby. I promise." Their eyes met and he knew Lance would take a little convincing. The fact that the older man was indulging him in his fantasy made Justin love him even more. "You trust me don't you?"

Lance's eyes fluttered shut for a few seconds before he opened them in a wide expression of total innocence. He bit his lower lip nervously and blushed. "Yeah. Of course I do Justin."

"Then you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you right? I would never do anything you didn't want, or that you wouldn't like. And I surely would never get you into trouble."

"Ummm..."

Justin leaned in and softly brushed their lips together. He spoke against Lance's mouth, "How 'bout I make you feel good first and then you can do the same to me. You'll see you've got nothing to worry about."

Lance felt his whole body tremble with need and he fought the urge to flip Justin over and fuck him senseless. Justin had to have done this before, he was TOO good. The gentle coercion, the sexy pout and low voice convincing you to do whatever he asked you to. Despite their role playing and his knowing it was a game, Lance found himself falling under Justin's power. He was actually considering Justin's options before remembering that a) it was a game and he not only knew how to do what Justin was wanting him to do, but did it well and b) that his mama was halfway across the country, not even close to coming in to interrupt them.

"Wh..what do you want me to do?" Lance tried to sound as shy and nervous as possible.

Justin simply inhaled and exhaled deeply, pasting a patient smile on his face that was both seductive and sweet. "Just trust me, Baby.' was all he said before kissing Lance sweetly on the mouth. "Gonna feel so good."

They kissed and Justin groped Lance cautiously for a few minutes, as if trying to determine how far was too far. It was Lance who pulled away first, breathing heavy and lips swollen. "I've... I've never ... with a boy before..."

Justin controlled the laughter that was threatening to surface and nodded sympathetically. "I understand, there was a time that I'd never been with a boy before too. But it's okay, it's not wrong to want to touch other boys." Justin leaned in to bite at Lance's ear playfully. "Do you want to touch me?"

Lance's voice was but a whisper, the emotion in his tone genuine. "Yesssss...."

"Where do you want to touch me, Baby?" Justin could feel Lance shiver each time he used the endearment and grinned. "Just tell me what you want."

"Can I see it?" Lance bit down on his lower lip, refusing to meet Justin's eyes. He smiled shyly when Justin raised his chin so that they were staring into each other's eyes.

"See what Lance? You gotta tell me what you want to see."

"Your cock. I want to see your cock"

Justin whimpered softly as he began to unbutton his jeans. He did it slowly, his eyes never leaving Lance's face. As he got the first button undone, he stopped and cupped Lance's cheek in his hand. "You do it for me, take my pants off. It'll be so sexy if you do that for me."

With fumbling hands, Lance undid Justin's jeans and pulled them down his thighs so they were around his knees. He had to move off of the couch and wait for Justin to stand up so he could get them completely off, but within minutes, Lance was face to face with Justin's erection, which was an angry purplish hue and leaking profusely. He'd be lying if he said his mouth wasn't watering at the sight. Lance let out a low growl and his own erection throbbed.

"You wanna touch it?" Justin's voice cut through the thick air of the room, nearly startling Lance. When he didn't move, Justin brought his hand over to grasp his erection, pumping it up and down a few times. "It's okay, just touch me." A few drops of pre-cum escaped through the tip and Justin's eyes rolled back into his head. Still, Lance said and did nothing. "Please, Baby. I need you. It's so hard and it hurts so much."

"It hurts?" Lance asked, playing along as if he didn't know how much pain Justin was in or how good the pain was. He tentatively extended his arm so that his fingers were hovering over Justin's stomach, just above the base of his cock.

"Yeah, it hurts so fucking much. I need you to rub it, make me feel good Lance."

"I'm... I'm afraid. Mama says it's wrong to touch other boys like this, that it's a sin and I'm gonna go to hell."

"Does it feel wrong? Did it feel wrong when I kissed you?"

Lance shook his head, eyes still open wide. His voice was soft. "No, it felt good."

"This will feel good too." Justin began jerking himself again, slower this time aware that Lance's eyes were still glued to him. He began to moan and whimper, feeling the pressure building in his balls. "Don't you want to make me feel good?"

"I don't want to do something wrong..." Lance admitted shyly, looking away in embarrassment.

Justin stopped all movements on his erection and pulled Lance closer. "Trust me, Baby. You won't do it wrong. You just have to try. Give me your hand."

Lance offered his hand to Justin, allowing the younger man to guide it to his erection. Justin's cock felt hot and heavy in his hand and Lance watched as the muscles in Justin's stomach jumped at the touch. "Is this okay?"

A sound that was curiously similar to a growl escaped Justin's lips and Lance watched him fight for control. "Fuck yeah it is. Now move your hand Lance, pump it up and down." Lance moved his fist awkwardly a few times, grinning as Justin thrust into his hand for more friction. Finally, Justin opened his eyes and stopped Lance's hand. "Have you ever jerked off before?"

Lance shrugged. "Mama said it's wrong to touch yourself like that."

Justin's eyes narrowed and Lance winked. He knew he was going a bit far but wanted to see if Justin was still paying attention. If the way he leaned in and bit Lance's lip was any indication, he was. "Don't get smart with me Lansten." Lance could only whimper his response. They were back in their roles almost instantly.

"Uhhh yeah. Sometimes I do, I hump the bed or I play with my dick."

"Well do that with mine, play with mine like you play with yours. It's not that different."

Lance nodded, beginning a pace that was restrained yet exploratory. He didn't work Justin like he knew he could because it would go against the atmosphere they'd set up. Each time he'd swipe the tip of Justin's cock with his thumb, he watched as Justin twitched and bit his lip, trying to hold onto that last shred of control.

"Aww yeah, Lance. So good... you're making me feel so good."

"Am I doing it right Justin?" Lance couldn't help but lick and suck at Justin's throat, wanting to taste his skin, to feel the groans and whimpers that were echoing through his body. "Is this good?"

"So fucking good.." Justin was close and as much as he wanted to stop Lance, he couldn't bear to. He was surprised when Lance stopped all by himself. "What the...?"

"What?" Lance asked innocently.


"Why'd you stop?" Justin could practically taste his orgasm, he was so close and Lance decided to move his hand away.

"You were breathing hard and I ...." Lance looked down at Justin's cock in awe. "It looks.."

Instead of screaming, which was what he'd felt like doing, he smiled. "Baby? Get on your knees." Justin saw the expression on Lance's face and the reason he'd denied him his orgasm was clear. This was what he'd been hoping Justin would do.

"Why?"

"I wanna teach you something else..."

Lance shrugged and settled himself on his knees, between Justin's spread legs. He crooked his finger for Lance to come closer, sighing as they began to kiss hotly. Lance's tongue was everywhere in his mouth trying to get them as close to one another as physically possible. When he finally pulled away, Justin took his cock in one hand and the back of Lance's head in the other.

"Have you ever....?"

Lance shook his head, blushing. Justin smiled down at Lance, stroking his hair gently.

"Do you want to..?"

Lance shrugged.

"Please, kiss it."

"Are.. are you sure?"

Justin nodded. "It's okay. It might taste a little bitter, but that's just my cum. Just kiss the tip." Justin brought the tip of his erection to Lance's lips, waiting for him to press a kiss to it. Hesitantly, Lance leaned in to place a tiny kiss to it. Justin's balls tightened. "Fuck.."

"Again?" Lance asked. Justin could only nod. Lance bent down to press another kiss to the tip, this time letting his lips linger a few extra seconds. When he moved his eyes up to see Justin's face, he was surprised to see his blue eyes focused intently on him, watching him hungrily. It was a look that Lance hadn't ever seen directed towards him, not with such an intensity that caused his blood to boil with desire. Taking the cue, Lance began to trail kisses all over Justin's cock, finally opening his lips to dart his tongue out and give it a few curious licks. Justin's hand was holding Lance's hair tightly as he fought not to thrust up and fuck his face.

"Put me in your mouth..." Justin begged, voice hoarse and body painfully tense. Lance willfully obliged.

The instruction didn't end there as Justin would have thought. He assumed that expert Lance would take over and begin blowing him with an enthusiasm which would have him cumming almost instantly, instead Lance pulled off and in a breathy voice asked, "tell me what you want? Tell me how to please you.. Teach me Justin, please."

Justin could barely speak to fill the request. When he could finally find his voice, he guided Lance through what was the hottest blow job of Justin's life. It was, what felt like, minutes later that Justin could feel his orgasm creeping up on him. "Fuck.. Lance.. gonna cum baby. Gonna fucking shoot it in your mouth..."

Lance debated whether or not to swallow. It was when he felt Justin's hand firmly holding his head in place that he realized he wasn't being given a choice. He was going to swallow whther or not he wanted to. Justin thrust up one last time before exploding deep into Lance's throat, catching him slightly off guard. That one moment of surprise caused for Lance to start choking, trying to swallow everything but feeling some juice seep out the corners of his mouth. After about four shots of warm juice assaulting the back of his throat, Lance felt Justin collapse against the back of the couch, exhausted.

Justin opened his eyes to see Lance wiping the back of his mouth with his hand. His eyes were watering slightly and he was still trying to catch his breath. For a moment he thought that Lance had done it on purpose, but seeing the expression in his beautiful green eyes he'd realized he hadn't. Justin leaned in to lick some excess cum off of Lance's lips. "You are so fucking beautiful," he admitted, deepening the kiss. Any anger Lance might have felt about Justin nearly choking him was gone as he felt Justin's tongue ravish his mouth. It was everywhere, slick and hot against his teeth, tongue and gums and by the time Justin pulled away Lance was breathless.

Justin pulled Lance up onto the couch with him and slid his hand down to his groin. In a move that surprised him, Lance squirmed away. "What's wrong, Baby? I'm gonna repay the favour now."

Lance blushed, Justin wasn't entirely sure it was part of the act. "I'm.. I already..."

Justin looked down to find a curiously wet spot on the front of Lance's pants. Justin felt his dick twitch. "You came?"

Lance nodded. "Yeah, while I was blowing you. You screamed out my name and when you came and shot that first time, I came. Between cumming and you pulling my hair hard I lost concentration and that's when I started to choke.

That made sense, Justin had never known for Lance to choke while blowing someone. He'd even managed to deep throat JC with no problem, which was definitely no easy feat seeing JC was hung like a fucking horse. Wordlessly, Justin unbuttoned Lance's pants and slid his hand in, finding his cock, covered with a sticky juice Justin whimpered and pulled his hand out. He traced Lance's lips with the dirty finger and leaned in to kiss him hungrily, licking the taste of his seed off of his mouth. It was a lengthy few minutes later when they broke the kiss, both men gasping for air.

"That was so fucking hot," Lance admitted, nibbling on Justin's lips.

"I know. I wasn't finished though..." Justin curled up against Lance. He knew they should go in to shower and clean up, but right now was content in being in his lover's arms. "I wanted to pop your cherry, Babe." Lance's laugh was but a rumble in his chest, causing for Justin to laugh as well.


"Excuse me?"

"Well, I figured that you hadn't cum yet, so I'd let you fuck me. Payment for you jerking and blowing me so fucking good." Their lips caught in a steamy kiss and Lance rolled so that he was on top of Justin, grinding down and feeling him start to harden.

"Uhhh, J? If you're looking for my cherry... You're gonna have to see Joey about that. He's the keeper of the Lance Bass cherry."

Justin growled. It wasn't anything he didn't know but sometimes it still burned to know that Joey had been with him first, especially since he'd spent so much of his life in love with him. He started them off on another bruising kiss, laughing as Lance giggled into his mouth.

"Yeah, I think he keeps it on the shelf next to yours," Lance added causing Justin to blush. "He was so pissed when he found out that you and Carter hadn't fucked. He'd thought Nick broke you in and so afterwards when you confessed, crying and hyperventalating and shit, Joey nearly had a coronary."

Justin remembered that night vividly, the memory still fresh in his brain. It had been one of the most intense nights of his life. "I kinda told him Nick and I had..."

Lance nodded, he knew the story well. "Had you just told him your plan to get good so you could fuck Nick right, he would have been okay with it." They looked at each other lovingly, sharing a gentle kiss.

"No he wouldn't have been. He would have turned me down." Lance nodded, agreeing with Justin. He was right. Devirginizing Lance was one thing, but popping the baby's cherry was too much responsibility and Joey would have caved under the pressure. Justin couldn't have been luckier, having the best friends God could give him. Joey had been a little uncomfortable around him for a little while but everything returned to normal and their friendship had only strengthened because of it.

"But..." Lance whispered against the skin of Justin's throat. He darted his tongue out and licked him playfully. "If you want... maybe I'll let you pop it again this wekeend. Mama's going out of town to visit her sister and I'll have the whole house to myself."

Now, Justin was completely hard again and he whimpered loudly. When he'd finally composed himself he looked down at Lance who was grinning at him. "Yeah, we're definitely gonna need a whole weekend for that."

Finis

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