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The Maze of Moments copyright 2002.
--Tony
The Maze of Moments - A Kevin and Lance Story
Chapter 17 - Meanwhile, back at Lance's house....
"A king would trade his finest crown
for a love, love like this..."
--from "Love Like This" by Blackhawk
Kevin lay on his right side, his left leg elevated and bent at the knee. Reaching down, he slowly stroked himself with his left hand as soft moans escaped his parted lips. Sweat ran down from his forehead to his mouth, allowing him to taste the salty moisture.
Laying behind him, holding up his leg, Lance thrust in and out of his lover, gently and leisurely at first, but gradually picking up speed. The slickness of his own body matched that of Kevin's as he continued to pick up the pace. The bed creaked and shuddered with his movement, creating a kind of soundtrack and special effect to their lovemaking. Licking and nibbling at Kevin's earlobe, he closed his eyes and began to breathe heavily.
"I'm.....oh yeah.....I'm start.....starting to get......to get close....." he panted.
Groaning, Kevin clenched down and humped back, meeting Lance thrust for thrust. He began to work his own erection a little faster, the combination of sweat and precum creating a wet spot on the comforter.
"Oh yeah.....oh God....Kev.....Kevin...I'm gonna...I'm gonna....here it comes....oh God!!"
After "Dexter's Laboratory" had ended, Kevin flipped through the channels, eventually landing on a movie. His arm was wrapped around Lance, who held his hand in his own, gently stroking his fingers. Occasionally, he bent down and kissed Lance on the top of his head, which elicited a happy sigh and a deeper snuggle into his chest. They could have remained like this all night, and in fact did stay in this position for about an hour and a half as they watched television. Still, there was a slight problem.
"Um. Lance?"
"Hmm?"
"Remember that arm I used to have?"
"The arm you used to have? Huh?"
"Yeah, you know. The one that got amputated?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Lance, babe.....my arm is asleep...."
"Oh!"
Lance sat up, pushing the now rather limp arm off of him gently, which Kevin immediately began to wiggle in an attempt to get his blood flowing again. As he worked his fingers and chopped at the air, Lance stretched his arms over his head and grinned.
"Sorry. Guess I got too comfy."
"Nah, it's okay....I think it's coming back to life," Kevin said as he rubbed his hand. "Had about enough of the tube?"
"I guess.....why, did you have something else in mind, perhaps?"
"Oh, maybe, Mr. Bass, maybe."
"And what would that be, Mr. Douglas?"
"Well, sir, I'd like to point out that I was never given that massage I was promised." Now it was Kevin's turn to grin as he shifted on the couch and faced Lance.
"Oh yeah...I kinda forgot about that. I guess you're cashing in that free coupon then, huh?"
"Well, if you don't mind, that is. Besides, I thought that might lead into something more....you know. Snugglebunny-ish."
With a laugh, Lance leaned over and kissed Kevin, and got to his feet. Helping him up, he wrapped his arms around his neck and stared into the blue grey eyes of the man he had fallen completely and helplessly in love with.
"Well then, I guess we'll just have to move this to where we can be more comfortable then, won't we?"
As Kevin smiled and leaned down for a kiss, he couldn't help but think that Lance's laugh was one of the greatest sounds he had ever heard.
They went upstairs to Lance's bedroom, where Kevin stripped down to his boxers and lay flat on his stomach. Pausing to strip off his own shirt and pants, Lance got up on the bed and straddled Kevin's torso, his legs on either side of his hips With strong fingers, he began to knead at Kevin's neck, moving his thumbs in small circles as he worked out a couple of small knots that were there. After doing that for a couple of minutes, he moved both hands to the back of his head, running his fingers through the short-cropped brown hair and manipulating them gently against Kevin's skull.
Then down to the shoulders, pressing a little more firmly now, rubbing any tension and stress out of them. He moved back a little so that he was essentially sitting on Kevin's ass, which made it easier to work over not only the shoulders but the rest of his back. He traced the eagle tattoo with his fingers, and smiled as he looked down and saw Kevin sigh with contentment.
"This feels great...I don't even remember the last time someone rubbed my back," he said.
"I'm glad you like it," Lance replied as he leaned over and kissed the back of his head. As he rubbed Kevin's lower back, he began to sing softly, in his deep voice:
For your eyes only can see me through the night. For your eyes only I never need to hide. You can see so much in me, so much in me that's new. I never felt until I looked at you.
For your eyes only. Only for you. You see what no one else can see. Now I'm breaking free, For your eyes only. Only for you. The love I know you need in me. The fantasy you freed in me. Only for you. Only for you.
Kevin raised his head up a little and looked back at Lance with a slight grin. "I think someone likes James Bond movies."
"Shush and lay back down," Lance said with a grin of his own. After Kevin complied with this request, he continued singing:
For your eyes only the nights are never cold. You really know me. That's all I need to know. Maybe I'm an open book because I know you're mine. But you won't need to read between the lines.
For your eyes only. Only for you. You'll see what no one else can see. Now I'm breaking free, For your eyes only. Only for you. The passions that collide in me. The wild abandoned side of me. Only for you. For your eyes only. (1)
He massaged Kevin's back for a couple minutes more, then stretched out on top of him, kissing the back of his neck.
"How was that?" he asked.
"Fantastic....now how about I do something for you?"
With a smile, Lance rolled off to the side and on his back, and Kevin rolled over as well, half laying on top of him. He stroked the side of Lance's face as he looked into his hauntingly green eyes. They smiled at each other, and then came together in a brief, but heated, passionate kiss. Their lips met a little harder, a little deeper, as Lance pulled Kevin closer and ran his hands up and down the back he had been rubbing only moments before.
Kevin sighed once more at Lance's touch and opened his mouth wider to let in his lover's tongue. He responded with his own as his hands cradled Lance's head and he rubbed his thumbs over the now day old whiskers that had grown since shaving that morning. Their kisses grew longer, hotter, each one lasting for endless moments. Each became oblivious to everything save their own urgent desires.
Kevin finally broke free. "Let's get these shorts off..."
Raising up, Kevin hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and was about to pull them down, but was stopped by Lance, who placed his hands over Kevin's own. "Here, let me help," he whispered.
He got to his knees and slid Kevin's underwear down, letting his swelling erection to bob up and down as it was released from its confines. Kevin lifted first one leg, then the other, allowing the shorts to be taken off completely. Returning to a kneeling position, he kissed Lance again and put his hands on his waist, repeating the same process of taking off underwear that had been done to him. Lance's own erection, smaller than Kevin's yet still pulsing with desire, stood out straight and hard from his body, the head rubbing up against the thicker counterpart that jutted out from Kevin's groin.
Kevin gently pushed Lance back down on the bed and lay on top of him. They ground their bodies against one another as their tongues explored each other's mouths, and before too long, they were bucking against each other like two wild, rutting animals. They were lost from any kind of rational thought as their hips pounded together and their minds focused only on the flesh and muscle they each embraced. Sweat was flowing freely now, and all Lance could think about was this gorgeous body pressed so tightly against him. Kevin's thoughts were virtually identical, as he pushed his tongue once more into Lance's frantically sucking mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Kevin moved down to Lance's neck, licking at it and sucking softly, being careful not to leave a bruise (although he would have liked to mark his territory, so to speak), and kissing at it, nipping and grazing with his teeth. He continued to do this all the way down Lance's torso, pausing only to pay special attention at his nipples, until he finally reached the hardness that lay on Lance's stomach, just under his bellybutton. He took a few long licks at the underside as Lance began to moan, and then engulfed it whole with his warm, moist mouth. He then swung his body around, never letting Lance's dick out of his mouth, until he lay on his side. His feet rested up against the headboard of the bed, and all Lance had to do was turn to his right to make contact with Kevin's large cock. Softly groaning, Lance stared for only a moment, and then shifted so as to lay on his side as well. Opening wide, he placed the head into his mouth and began to gently suck on it. Slowly but surely, he took in inch after inch, until he had slightly more than half in his mouth.
At the same time, Kevin continued sucking on Lance's blood-engorged dick, tasting the bittersweet stream of precum that had started to leak out. He slowed his motions, not wanting Lance to orgasm too quickly. He plunged his head up and down the entire length a couple of times, then stopped with just the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
Lance had as much of Kevin in his mouth as he could take, his jaws stretched wide. He pulled up and flicked at the head, feeling the ridge where it met the stalk. Kevin's hole had begun to flare from all the attention, and was leaking a steady stream of it's own, and Lance playfully jabbed his tongue into it, licking up the flow. Kevin moaned in appreciation, causing Lance to smile. He gave one last lick to the head, and turned his attention to the large balls that lay on Kevin's thigh.
"Oh yeah," Kevin groaned, raising his head up to watch. "Suck on my nuts Lance..."
Lance licked until the short hairs were soaked and matted. He rubbed his face gently into the now wet sack, nuzzling it. Then he took his left ball into his mouth, pulling at it and sucking on it carefully, causing Kevin to close his eyes and moan in appreciation.
"Mmmmm....God, that feels so good....I want you to fuck me babe...you wanna do that? You wanna fuck my ass?"
Lance moaned in agreement and raised up his head. "How....how should we do it?"
"Here, you lay behind me....."
"Oh God....here it comes....oh yeah! I love you Kevin!!!"
Pulling Kevin close to him and tenderly biting at the nape of his neck, Lance tensed every muscle in his body as he began to unload into Kevin. Pulse after pulse shot through his cock, blasting out the first wad of his shuddering climax deep inside, followed by several smaller bursts, each of which was accompanied by a pleasing set of grunts and moans.
At the same time, Kevin sped up the work of his hand until finally he clenched his eyes shut and the sweaty muscles of his chest and stomach tensed and stood out. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," he moaned as his cock finally erupted with a white-hot explosion over his hands and onto the bed. Lance, only just starting to come down from his own orgasm, watched as Kevin splattered the width of the bed, and one amazing shot went across and onto the floor.
They twitched with pleasure for a few seconds more, and then finally collapsed, their energy spent. Lance wrapped his arms around his sweat soaked lover, feeling their hearts race and their breath slowly return to normal.
"So..was it good for you, too?" Lance asked with a weak laugh.
After washing up, cleaning up, and changing the comforter, they lay back on the bed clothed only in towels. This time, it was Kevin's turn to lay on Lance's chest.
"That was fantastic," Lance said.
"Mmmm-hmmm," Kevin agreed as he kissed Lance just under his right nipple.
"When do you think I can try that?"
Kevin looked up at Lance and smiled. "Babe, I told you before, we're gonna have to work our way up to that. Trust me, okay? We'll get there. And when we do, it's going to be great. It's just going to take a little time, that's all."
"I guess. I just kinda want to give you the same thing you've given me, you know?" Lance was now playing with Kevin's hair.
"I know you do, but I don't want to hurt you or anything."
They lay in silence for a few minutes, and then Lance asked the inevitable.
"Um....like...how bad will it hurt the first time?"
Kevin sat up Indian style and looked down at Lance. "Okay, let me ask you this. Have you ever put anything in your butt before?"
"What? God, no!" Lance laughed.
Kevin laughed as well. "Alright then, you just answered your own question. Babe, here. Look at my dick. Think about what my dick looks like when it's hard. Now, think about that going into your ass."
"You're right, we do need to work our way up to that," Lance chuckled. "Okay, I can wait if you can."
"We have all the time in the world, no rush," Kevin said as he leaned down and kissed Lance. He sat back up, and Lance did the same, facing him. There was something on his mind, something he felt he had a right to ask, and yet did not know how, or even if he should do so. Blushing slightly, he looked down at his hands.
"Um....can I ask you something?"
"Sure, anything."
"Uh....who have.....that is....like....how many other people have you been with?"
This, Kevin was not expecting, and he did a slight double take. "Whoa. Where'd that come from?"
"Well....I just....I kinda want to know. 'Cause, you have so much more experience than me and all....." Lance sighed and raised his head to look Kevin in the eyes. "Man, I feel stupid now."
"No, no...you're not stupid, Lance. It's just....is it that important? I mean, what difference does it make?"
"I guess it doesn't really...but, I'm sort of curious."
Kevin thought for a minute, then put his hand on Lance's shoulder. "Lance, listen. Don't ever think you have to compare yourself to anyone I've slept with before, okay? It makes no difference in what we are to each other."
"I know that," Lance nodded, "but I just feel....I don't know....inadequate sometimes."
"Aw, Lance....don't say that. Inadequate? Shit, did you see how far you made me cum? So what if I'm the first guy you've been with, I'd say you're catching on to things pretty quick."
"Yeah, I guess so."
Kevin thought for a minute as he stroked Lance's arm. "Listen, if it'll make you feel better, I'll tell you, okay?"
"You will?"
"Sure. No secrets, right? Okay, so. Guys or girls?"
"Um...I never thought of that. I kinda forgot about the whole girl thing. Uh...both, I guess."
"Okay, let's see." Kevin looked up at the ceiling and moved his lips silently, counting back through the years. "I've been with...sixteen girls."
"Whoa! Sixteen!"
"Well, that goes back about six years ya know, back to high school? Plus, I had a period there that was kind of rough that I'm not too proud of."
"Why, what happened?"
"Hey now, one question at a time here. Okay, so guys?"
"Yeah, guys."
"I've been with...counting you now...uh....do you really want to know this?"
"Yeah...."
"Um....twenty-two guys."
Lance's eyebrows raised up and he opened his eyes a little wider. "Twenty-two??"
"Um.....yeah. Like I said before, I did some things that looking back weren't too smart. Plus, with some of those guys I just got...like....you know. A blowjob."
"Good Lord! Twenty-two?!"
"Lance, calm dow..."
"Damn Kev!"
Rolling his eyes, Kevin got off the bed and walked over to look out the window. "If I knew you were going to react like that, I would have just kept my mouth shut."
"Well, don't you think twenty-two guys is a little much?" Lance was now walking over towards him, still in disbelief. Kevin spun around, a look of hurt and anger on his face.
"Look! You were the one who wanted to know, okay? I've told you, I did some things that were pretty fucking stupid and that I'm not too proud of..."
"Kevin..."
"...especially after last fall! You ever have your heart broken Lance? Well let me tell you, it's not fun! And when it happens, you do one of three things. One, you go into a shell and never break out. Two, you put things back together and move on. Or three, you say 'fuck the goddamn world' and go a little wild for a while. Well I did a little of all of those, Lance, okay? Shit!"
Taking a deep breath, and seeing that Lance had tears in his eyes, Kevin ran a hand through his still damp hair and continued, in a much softer tone this time.
"Look. I'm sorry I yelled at you. And I'm sorry this upsets you. But Lance, if you want to ask someone about their past relationships, you have to be ready for a surprise here and there, okay? In my case, I've been with my fair share of people, right or wrong. The bottom line is, you can't judge us based on that."
"I....I guess so," Lance said as he wiped his eyes. "But now I really feel inadequate."
"Lance," Kevin sighed, "there's no need to feel that way, okay? We all grow and learn in our own way. You shouldn't feel afraid because I had sex with that many people."
"But I am afraid Kevin! You just...you don't understand." Lance turned and walked back to the bed and sat on it heavily, resting his elbows on his knees and holding his head in his hands.
Kevin walked over and sat next to him. "Well, I'd understand a little better if maybe you told me why this upsets you so much."
"I just....I'm afraid that I won't be....good enough for you. That after all those other....people...you'll figure out that I'm not that great in bed, and that you've had better, and that you'll want to go back to that. And it hurts. It hurts because you've been with so many, that...that it's like, my chances are even less now."
They sat in uncomfortable silence for a minute or two, Kevin rubbing his hand up and down over Lance's back, who sighed and looked down at the floor. Then, Kevin spoke up.
"You can't predict how a relationship is going to go based on what one person has done in their past. Because if that was the case, you really wouldn't want to go out with me."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Lance asked as he looked up.
"Well, remember how I said I did some things that I wasn't too proud of? When Kris pulled his stunt with me last fall, I kind of went wild for about a month or so. I was skipping class, staying out late, partying all the time, drinking, doing drugs, and sleeping with anyone that had a heartbeat."
"Whoa...you did drugs?"
"Nothing major, I just smoked some pot. Okay, a lot of pot. But see, Lance, the thing is, I did all those things because I had been hurt so badly, and I was so depressed, that I was trying to hide from everything around me. I thought that by getting high and fucking whoever I wanted, I could forget. And you know what?"
"What?"
"It didn't work. Not by a longshot. Whenever I sobered up or woke up in someone's bed, I would remember all over again why I was doing that in the first place. I was in some major denial, and if it wasn't for E and my friends, I'd probably still be there right now. See, I learned that the only way to forget what's behind you....is to move forward. And yeah, it's been hard to do that, but I think I've made some pretty good progress. Don't you?"
"Well, yeah."
"Babe, you can't judge me, or us, on just that one factor. It's going to take much more than that, okay? And no matter what, don't you ever feel like you have to compare yourself to anyone else I've been with. You stand head and shoulders above the rest, Lance Bass, because you're you. Don't you ever feel afraid, and don't you ever feel inadequate....I'm in it for the long haul."
And with that, Kevin took Lance into his arms and gave him a long hug, rocking him back and forth. Then he kissed him, and leaned back, wiping the last few tears off his cheek.
"You okay now?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think so. I really do love you Kev. I'm sorry I made you angry."
"And I'm sorry I blew up at you. I love you too, very much."
"If you start me up...start me up I'll never stop..."
"The Stones?"
They were in the kitchen now, Kevin scooping ice cream into two bowls as he moved back and forth and sang while clad only in his boxers. Lance sat at the breakfast bar and grinned as he watched. "Yeah, what's wrong with the Stones?"
"Well...nothing I guess. You really do like classic rock and the oldies, don't you?"
Kevin licked off some ice cream from his thumb as he put the lid back on the quart. "Among other things, yeah. I just don't get into some of today's music, that's all."
"Today's music isn't that bad," Lance said as he took the bowl Kevin was handing him. "It sort of grows on you after awhile. I mean, here I am, a good little Mississippi boy, who's come to appreciate some rap and hip hop."
"Ugh!" Kevin replied as he took a spoonful. "Nothing against those guys, but I can't stand that stuff!"
"Why not? It's telling a story, just like most of the music you prefer. Mmmm. Butter pecan," Lance said in his best Homer Simpson voice as he dug into his bowl.
"Telling a story. A bunch of rhymes with cuss words is telling a story?" Kevin put down his bowl and made his way to the stairs. "I'll show you what telling a story is," he said, his voice trailing off.
Shrugging, Lance went back to his ice cream. Unfortunately, he began to eat it a little too fast, and quickly put down his spoon, putting a hand to his forehead. "Damn! Brain freeze!" he said under his breath.
Kevin came back down the stairs, a CD in hand, and walked over to the stereo in the adjacent living room. "Didn't your momma tell you not to eat too fast?" he asked when he saw Lance rubbing his forehead.
"I wanted to make sure they didn't come and take it from me before I was done," Lance muttered in sarcastic reply. "What are you doing?"
Kevin pushed play, and the sound of what appeared to be classical music began to flow through the speakers. "I'm going to tell you a story," he said. Then, he began to sing:
Quando sono solo Sogno all'orizzonte e mancan le parole, si lo so che non c'e luce in una stanza quandro manca il sole, se non ci sei tu con me. Su le finestre mostra a tutti mio cuore che hai acceso, chiudi dentro me la luce che hai incontrato per strada.
Con te partiro. Paesi che non ho mai veduto e vissuto con te, adesso si li vivro. Con te partiro su navi per mari che, io lo so, no, no non esistono piu, con te io li vivro. (2)
"Wait a second," Lance said. "You speak Italian?" he asked in wonder.
"Not all that well," Kevin said as he came back into the kitchen area and picked up his bowl. "But I know enough to sing along with a few songs. Like this one." With a grin, he took some more of the ice cream, which by now was a little softer than before.
"How do you know Italian?"
"We have to take a foreign language in college. So I took Italian my freshman year."
"But why Italian, and not French or Spanish?"
"See, there was this girl who was taking it..."
"I should have known," Lance groaned. "Never mind, never mind," he said as Kevin laughed. "Okay then, Deano, what do the words mean?"
"Oh, that's easy." Kevin put down his bowl and walked around the bar as Lance turned on his stool to face him. "It means that it's going to take a lot to get rid of me, Mr. Bass. Like I said, it's telling a story."
"Yeah...and?"
"When I'm alone I dream on the horizon and words fail; yes, I know there is no light in a room where the sun is absent, if you are not with me. At the windows show everyone my heart which you set alight; enclose within me the light you encountered on the street."
Lance blinked. "Wow!"
Kevin put a finger to Lance's mouth to shush him. "I'll go with you, to countries I never saw and shared with you, now, yes, I shall experience them. I'll go with you on ships across seas which, I know, no, no, exist no longer; with you I shall experience them."
Kevin then leaned down and kissed Lance deeply, which brought a sigh from his boyfriend. The song continued to play on in the background, and any doubt Lance had about himself or his relationship earlier was washed away in an instant.
Breaking the kiss, Kevin stood up straight again and smiled. "Now, that's how you tell a story with music."
"So...are you like...just perfect, or is it my imagination?" Lance said with a sly grin. "You cook, you sing, you're buff, you know Italian...."
"I'm hardly perfect," Kevin laughed. "But thanks for the compliment. I fuck up, just like the next guy. So don't put me on a pedestal or anything like that, okay? Besides, I know Italian only because I was trying to make nice with a girl."
"And did it work?"
Kevin whistled and took both empty bowls back into the kitchen, placing them in the sink.
"Well, did it?"
Now Kevin was humming as he walked back into the living room to turn off the stereo.
"C'mon Kev, tell me!" Lance stood up and was grinning from ear to ear.
Kevin began to sing softly under his breath as he went to the stairs. "If you start me up...start me up I'll never stop..."
"Oh, I'll start you up alright! Get back here!' Lance laughed and took off after his boyfriend, who was now running up the stairs, laughing as well.
End of Chapter 17 But Lance and Kevin will return in Chapter 18, coming soon!
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"For Your Eyes Only," written by Bill Conti and performed by Sheena Easton. Copyright 1981, 1992 by Danjac, LLC and United Artists Corporation.
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"Con Te Partiro" ("I'll Go With You"), written by E. Sartori and L. Quarantotto and performed by Andrea Bocelli. Copyright 1996, Insieme Srl and Polydor B.V. the Netherlands. Italian freely translated into English.