This is to Izzy, my Glasgow guys, and all the other wonderful people who have graced me with their kind comments. Hell, it's to everybody who takes the time to read it! Enjoy...
Parts of this chapter were especially inspired by a chapter of 'JC's Hitchhiker' by Writer Boy, an amazing author, and by the wonderful pics of Lance in a thong my darling Izzy sent me a few days ago!
Disclaimer: This story is not meant to imply anything about the true sexuality or personal lives of the celebrities mentioned. Adult (m/m) content, don't be illegal, stuff like that. Any likeness to real persons, as in people personally known to me (like ex-boyfirends...), is either purely coincidental and unintended, or not in any way malevolent (no, not even ex- boyfriends... I'm just too nice).
NEEDING YOU By Neqs Chapter 12
The theme of Marshall's last three days at the hotel seemed to be sex. Or more accurately, stocking up sex like wild animals. Except that wild animals really didn't stock up sex. Anyway.
It had started soon after Lance came home to the hotel to find Marshall camped on the couch with a bandaged ankle and lots of ice cream. He had immediately gone into mother mode, fussing over Marshall until the rapper was almost irritated with his lover in addition to being embarrassed. Then he began to enjoy being the centre of loving attention, and was quite happy to sit back and let his very willing lover do all the work.
At this point, Marshall was reclining on the sofa with his wounded ankle resting on a soft cushion.
"Is there anything else I could do for you hon? Anything I could fetch?"
"Well, you could kiss it and make it better." The suggestion was given with a playful pout.
"Now why didn't I think of that?" Marshall put his hands behind his head in a posture of relaxation, but his groin tightened when he felt the gentle touch of Lance's soft lips on the sensitive skin of his ankle.
"Did that help?" Lance's murmured question sent warm air over the hair on Marshall's leg, and he shivered.
"Yeah, that was nice. But now we have another problem." They both gazed at Marshall's erection, which was demanding attention even through the thick denim it was encased in.
"Oh, my. A big problem indeed! And hard to solve. Needs a sensitive touch and lots of attention."
"I have no doubt you could do an excellent job on it, babe." Needing no more encouragement, Lance swiftly unzipped the rapper's jeans and pulled down his boxer briefs. After admiring the beautifully proportioned member for a moment, he kissed it reverently, making the other man gasp. Then he enfolded the head of the throbbing rod into the velvety wetness of his mouth, letting his tongue dance on the ultra-sensitive skin. Marshall slammed his eyes shut with a hiss of pleasure and surrendered to the feeling.
Later, after he'd regained his breath from the experience of Lance's energetic riding which had brought him to an orgasm that had actually made him black out for a few seconds, Marshall thanked his younger lover to both their satisfactions.
Well, except that now they were trying to outdo each other in pleasuring their partner. And that took a lot of time and energy. Lance's band mates got used to seeing the two vanish towards any semi- private place, or slump around in a dazed state if they had for the moment exhausted all their energy. Even then, they were all over each other with small touches and lazy kisses.
Lance frowned at his laptop. This was something extremely important, and it was essential that everything would be in order for the night. He checked the list on the screen one more time, comparing it with the one he'd give room service.
'Strawberries, check. Whipped cream, check. Chocolate sauce, check. The blindfold I'll get from Justin, and I'll go shop for the costume. Must be perfect...'
Lance's organiser's soul took great pleasure in planning for Marshall's last night at the hotel. True, it was sad that he was leaving, but it would be better to celebrate their time together rather than to use the short time left moping. It would also be good to leave on a happy note, and this way they'd remember the good times better while they were apart, and would be more determined to get together soon again! Yes, Lance was an intelligent, crafty young man.
He would also enjoy the evening even more so because he would know that everything was going exactly as he had scheduled and planned.
One step into the suite and Marshall stopped in his tracks. Sniffing the air like a wary rabbit, he was careful not to slam the door. Lance didn't like that.
'Vanilla... One wouldn't think vanilla was sexy, but it is.' The scent was clearly coming from the candles that had been artfully scattered around the suite. The lights were suitably dimmed, but for some reason not completely off. A room service cart with several covered dishes also attracted his attention momentarily.
"James? Are you here?"
"Right here, honey. Now close your eyes!" The answer came from the direction of the bedroom.
"Why?" But despite his token protest, Marshall obediently closed his eyes and waited. Lance was apparently satisfied with this, because the next time he spoke, Marshall could feel his warm breath on his cheek as he was fitted some kind of a blindfold.
"What is going on?" Marshall was slightly startled, but trusted Lance enough to go along with this.
"Hush, this is for you, babe. Now relax and enjoy!"
Marshall grumbled good-naturedly while he was led to an armchair. He settled down when Lance straddled his thighs. His beautiful lover seemed to be wearing...absolutely nothing. Marshall fidgeted for a moment, testing his theory also with his hands until Lance took them and placed the on the chair's arms.
"No touching, mister!"
"Are you naked, baby? Why can't I see you or touch you?" Marshall was getting a little flustered.
"No, I'm not, and this is about you, not me. You'll see me soon enough, although you might have to wait a little more to get to touch me. Now, are you hungry?" Lance was always so considerate, but sometimes his focus was misplaced.
"Only for you."
"No more cheese for you, gag boy! And I think I know how to make you eat..."
Marshall heard a few muffled clinks, and then Lance's mouth was on his, with a strawberry. Marshall took it and savoured the sweet, sunny taste. 'Not as sweet as James, though.'
"Want some whipped cream with that? And no jokes!" Marshall just nodded, and soon his mouth was full of soft, sweet, rapidly melting cream. 'Not as delicious as James, though...'
Soon, he was too wrapped up in the sensations of the randomly alternating tastes of berries, whipped cream, fruit, and sinfully full chocolate sauce, all served from Lance's hot and wild mouth to make comparisons. It was growing increasingly hard to get his hands to stay on the armrests, and to keep from throwing Lance on the floor and taking him on the spot.
It was unfair that Lance could use his hands, and he did, burrowing them in Marshall's short hair, letting them massage and caress the rapper's shoulders and neck as the kisses grew more needy and passionate.
Finally Lance drew back to catch his breath, steadying himself with his hands on Marshall's shoulders.
"I think it's time for the next phase. You're not hungry anymore, are you?"
Marshall was also more than a little out of breath. "Next phase? You're killing me! Killing me with pleasure, sure, but killing me nonetheless!"
Lance chuckled as he rose from his seat on Marshall's lap, first at the comment, then at the other's whimpered protest at his movement.
"Just a moment, love. You'll enjoy what's next, I promise!" That settled Marshall down for the moment. He waited patiently as he could sense Lance moving around, and then he heard the music. Rhythmic, erotic, compelling music. Then, suddenly, his blindfold was removed, and when his eyes got used to the light again, he could only gape at the sight before him.
It was Lance, and he was not naked. No, he was wearing a sparkling piece of cloth, bright gold against his smooth, luminous skin, and it was very clearly a thong. His breathtaking body was presented in a dancer's pose, with his hips thrust forwards and his hands above his head, one leg before the other. His eyes, when Marshall had devoured the rest of his body with his hungry gaze, were smouldering, showing he was well aware of the effect he was having on his lover.
Marshall had been hard as a rock after the 'food session', but the short wait had made him soften a bit. Now, he was harder than ever, and from the glint in Lance's eyes, he would only be getting harder before he would get softer. And he was sure he'd enjoy the ride!
Lance began to sway, first almost imperceptibly, then in wider, more inviting motions. No matter how hard Marshall wanted to jump his lover and fuck him blind right then and there, the hot, green gaze froze him in his seat. Well, some parts of him were well above zero...
Whoever said Lance couldn't dance had clearly never seen him give a lap dance. If they'd been recipients to one...well, let's just say they might never have been able to get themselves together well enough to talk about it, after. Marshall knew that his head, along with his other parts, was ready to explode as Lance moved in front of him, over him, on him with liquid grace and raw sensuality.
Lance had grown from a beautiful boy to a beautiful man. He would always be beautiful, but now he was also a sexy hunk of a man, aware of his allure, although he seldom used it on full power. Tonight, however, was a special occasion, and Marshall deserved only the best on their last shared evening in what could be quite a while.
So, Lance surrendered himself to the rhythm, giving his all without holding anything back, and when Marshall couldn't take any more and swept him into his arms and tossed him on the bed, he raised no objections. Instead, he threw his arms over his head, stretching his graceful frame over the bed in a catlike motion that made Marshall pause in his feverish undressing before he hurriedly continued.
"Coming?" The seductive purr made Marshall groan and almost trip in his haste to get out of his pants.
"Soon, babe. But not before I'm deep, deep inside you..."
With one smooth move, Lance stripped his thong and tossed it aside. "Any way you want me, sugar."
"I want you in every way, but first-" He rolled on a condom and slicked it with lube before sliding his fingers between Lance's invitingly spread legs. With a few practiced fingers he made Lance writhe and whimper with need, before he replaced them with his hardness.
They'd had hours of foreplay, and now they urged each other towards a climax that left them trembling with shock at the almost painful pleasure, breathless and boneless and engulfed in the exquisite sensation of unity, oneness, that they could reach together.
Roused from his slumber by the rude ringing of the alarm clock, Marshall hurriedly checked if Lance's sleep had been disturbed. It hadn't been. Good. He needed all the rest he could get.
Marshall slid out of bed, careful not to step on any of the used condoms on the floor. He counted them absentmindedly. Four. In his mind, he could replay every single time they'd made love the night before. He considered taking the condoms and putting them into the trash, but he wanted Lance too to be able to see them and smile at the memory of each one. His dick ached slightly, and his ass did too, although Lance had born the brunt of their passions.
The sight of Lance in that thong... If there was a shapelier, juicier ass in the world, Marshall hadn't seen it. Not that he cared to. First of all, he'd never believe it, and secondly he was tied to Lance not only by physical attraction, but also by an emotional and intellectual bond.
Marshall showered unhurriedly and put on some clothes. Then he lay on the bed on top of the covers, admiring the curve of Lance's side and the steady rise and fall of his hairless chest. He was entranced by the shadows Lance's soft eyelashes cast on his sleek cheekbones.
For a good thirty minutes Marshall lay there leaning on one arm, satisfied to let his eyes drink Lance in, satisfied to be breathing the same air with him. Then he glanced at his watch, sighed, and collected his bags that Lance had so considerately packed for him the day before. He started towards the door, but one glance back made him drop his bags and climb back next to his lover. He squeezed him tightly, desperately, before laying a soft kiss on Lance's lips, then another on his forehead. With a whispered 'I love you', he left the suite without looking back.
Lance drifted into consciousness slowly, yawning and puffing and mewling, and making all the little stretches and noises people usually do when they can be as lazy as they want getting up. Still half asleep, he let his hand slide on the sheet to the other warm body, which surprisingly was not in its accustomed place. The aberration jolted him to full awareness.
With a sad sigh, Lance lay back on the bed, grabbing the other pillow and inhaling Marshall's scent that still lingered. They had agreed not to say goodbye in the morning because Marshall had to leave quite early and they both preferred to pretend they'd see each other soon again, instead of making a big event of their parting.
It had seemed so logical then. Now, Lance felt incredibly lonely and vulnerable. His body was still aching pleasurably from Marshall's attentions from the night before, but his heart was aching with the loss of them, of him, no matter how temporary. This would be their first separation, probably the hardest to endure. They had been spoiled with having so much time together this first time around, and now they must pay for it.
Lance was feeling pretty bleak at that point.
When Lance finally threw back the covers and swung his feet on the carpeted floor, he noticed a small, square box in gift-wrappings on the floor. He must have accidentally thrown it from the bed while turning and tossing in his sleep.
A slow, wide smile crept on his face while he opened the package. So much wrapping for such a small thing! Bits and pieces of elegantly coloured paper flew all around the room as Lance attacked it with childlike enthusiasm. Finally, a small jeweller's box was revealed, and Lance opened it, holding his breath. Finally he expelled the air with a dazzling smile.
Lance beamed at the exquisite platinum locket on his palm. When he opened it, he was disappointed to see that only his own picture was inside. 'Maybe one day...' He hurried to the mirror and put it on. It would have been better if Marshall had been there to do it himself, but that was not possible now. Lance wondered if Marshall had yet found the packet Lance had put in one of his bags while packing them. He really hoped the rapper would like it.
Marshall sighed and knocked his head on the cold bus window. It was raining, which suited Marshall's miserable mood just fine. Exasperated by his involuntary blues, he stomped to the bunk area and began to dig his portable CD player from his bag, where he met with a surprise.
He examined the little package suspiciously before sniffing it carefully. The scent of LANCE that wafted from the little velvet bag made him close his eyes and inhale like a caffeine addict presented with a cup of coffee after a week of going without.
After a few minutes he slowly lowered the bag, opened it, and upended its contents on his palm.
The object was a white gold bracelet, masculine enough in design for even his public persona too wear. It was tastefully engraved with bold M's, and as he looked closer, Marshall could see the L's that stood for Lance forming the background, faint, but visible when you knew what to look for.
Marshall smiled with a serenity that would have astounded any reporter as he fastened the bracelet on his wrist, where it fit perfectly. He checked his watch. It was already eleven. Lance should be awake already even after their late night, but not yet at the studio. He pressed number one on his speed dial and waited.
"Hey, you!" was Lance's cheery answer thanks to caller id.
"Hey..." The following silence communicated much. When they spoke, it was on top of each other.
"Thanks for the bracelet-"
"The locket is lovely-"
They chuckled a little sheepishly, wearing silly grins that greatly amused the respective audiences - in Lance's case his band mates who he was breakfasting with, and in Marshall's his fellow rapper Bizarre, who was the only other member of D12 to know of Marshall and Lance's relationship at this point.
After retreating to more private places Lance and Marshall could voice thoughts and feelings that would have gotten them endless jokes and comments from the listeners.
"I missed waking up with you this morning." Lance's voice was quiet and tender in Marshall's ear.
"I wanted to wake you up so bad. I watched you sleep for half an hour before I left. I wish I were there with you..."
"I wish you were here too. And you know what? Next time you better wake me up! Or better yet, we'll just make love the whole night long! How does that sound?"
Marshall groaned at the image of him and Lance sweaty and all tangled up together with the new sun painting them golden. "That sounds oh so fucking wonderful! I miss you like hell already. The next time had better be soon."
"It will be, babe, it will be."
TBC
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