Small Town Lover
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Rating:
Adult ++
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › N'sync
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,546
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of NSync. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chris kissed Lance's belly,
Chris kissed Lance's belly, his fingers nimbly unbuckling the boy's belt. The jeans and boxers were shed quickly, leaving Chris facing a veritable forest of light-brown, crinkly hair, surrounding Lance's large, dripping cock. It stood straight out from his body, almost bumping Chris' chin for a moment.
Chris tilted his head to look up at his lover, needing to connect to him on an emotional, as well as physical level. The boy's eyes were green jewels sparkling in the dimming light, his face flushed with lust.
"Chris... please..." Lance said again, his deep voice gone breathy.
Chris couldn't possibly resist such a plea, even if he wanted to. He leaned in and took his boy's cock in his mouth, holding Lance up when his knees suddenly buckled in reaction. His lover's deep voice echoed in the room, moaning his pleasure as Chris gently sucked at the tip of his erection, licked up the underside of the swollen shaft, tickled the tiny slit with the tip of his tongue.
"Chris, oh my god, Chris," Lance moaned, his hips doing a liquid roll that was just, obscene. It was fucking beautiful. Chris went with it, holding on to Lance's smooth hips when the boy started to orgasm, erratically jerking with the spurts of thick, salty come that he sent down Chris' throat.
Lance's legs couldn't support him anymore, and he slid bonelessly to the bed beside Chris. The boy was gasping for air, his body sheened with sweat, his color a lovely flush of pink. If Chris hadn't been hard before, he certainly was now.
Chris ran his free hand across Lance's chest, pausing to caress a nipple with the ball of his thumb. The boy moaned, low, his muscled abdomin twitching in reaction. Chris was stilled by the love that he felt.
"Baby, you're so beautiful. I love you so fucking much," Chris choked out as he gazed into heavy-lidded, jade-green eyes.
Lance drew Chris down to him with still-shaky hands. He nuzzled the beloved gotee, dark against the pale skin, He licked, and kissed as much of his lover as he could reach before pulling back and looking directly into those shining brown eyes.
"I love you, Chris. Before you I'd never felt real love. You gave me that. You're my life, old man." He sweetened the name with a deep kiss, pulling at Chris' lips and tongue with every bit of skil'd a'd acquired. When he finally broke the soft suction, Chris was panting with need. He couldn't even open his eyes to Lance.
"Love me, Chris." Lance ran his fingers through Chris' hair. Pulled at the thick strands. "Love me, and fuck me, baby."
"Jesus." Chris latched on to Lance's mouth for a long moment, trying his best to suck the life out of him, Lance was sure. Then he moved his attentions to the boy's jawline, the harsh stubble leaving his skin feeling hot and sensitive. Chris' tongue made it's way into Lance's ear, leaving shivers and soft moans in its' wake.
"Chris."
"Yeah baby?" spoken into a sharp collarbone.
Rather than answer, Lance tucked his thumbs into the waistband of Chris' jeans. He tugged firmly, trying to get his point across.
Chris raised up on his hands, giving Lance a hot kiss before backing off the bed. His hands went to his belt.
"Wait."
Lance sat up, and he reached out to pull the older man's hands away. He took over, unbuckling the belt, and starting in on the button fly. Chris was breathing hard, his erection hard against the denim. As soon as the fly was open, Lance wrapped his warm fingers around the heated flesh, pulling it out into the open so he could get a good look at it.
It was beautiful. He rubbed his fingertips over the velvet skin, kissing the shiny, now-drooling tip with a hungry mouth. The pre-cum was sweet, and slippery, and he licked it up with relish.
"Fuck," Chris gasped out, his fingers digging into Lance's shoulder.
Lance smile up at him.
"Yes. Lets."
Lance pushed Chris' clothing the rest of the way off, the older man kicking it out of the way with one foot. Chris turned back to his lover, leaning him gently back down to the soft comforter. He began laving Lance's skin, kissing the hollows with an adoring mouth, letting his hands explore the parts of his love that he'd denied himself for so long. He suckled a pert nipple, drawing a deep moan from his boy. Lance's fingers were threading through Chris' dark hair, lightly pulling him ever closer to his warm body.
Chris' hands stroked whatever they could touch -- Lance's strong arms, his deep chest, the soft skin on his hips. It was all good, and Chris' head was just spinning.
tbc...
Chris tilted his head to look up at his lover, needing to connect to him on an emotional, as well as physical level. The boy's eyes were green jewels sparkling in the dimming light, his face flushed with lust.
"Chris... please..." Lance said again, his deep voice gone breathy.
Chris couldn't possibly resist such a plea, even if he wanted to. He leaned in and took his boy's cock in his mouth, holding Lance up when his knees suddenly buckled in reaction. His lover's deep voice echoed in the room, moaning his pleasure as Chris gently sucked at the tip of his erection, licked up the underside of the swollen shaft, tickled the tiny slit with the tip of his tongue.
"Chris, oh my god, Chris," Lance moaned, his hips doing a liquid roll that was just, obscene. It was fucking beautiful. Chris went with it, holding on to Lance's smooth hips when the boy started to orgasm, erratically jerking with the spurts of thick, salty come that he sent down Chris' throat.
Lance's legs couldn't support him anymore, and he slid bonelessly to the bed beside Chris. The boy was gasping for air, his body sheened with sweat, his color a lovely flush of pink. If Chris hadn't been hard before, he certainly was now.
Chris ran his free hand across Lance's chest, pausing to caress a nipple with the ball of his thumb. The boy moaned, low, his muscled abdomin twitching in reaction. Chris was stilled by the love that he felt.
"Baby, you're so beautiful. I love you so fucking much," Chris choked out as he gazed into heavy-lidded, jade-green eyes.
Lance drew Chris down to him with still-shaky hands. He nuzzled the beloved gotee, dark against the pale skin, He licked, and kissed as much of his lover as he could reach before pulling back and looking directly into those shining brown eyes.
"I love you, Chris. Before you I'd never felt real love. You gave me that. You're my life, old man." He sweetened the name with a deep kiss, pulling at Chris' lips and tongue with every bit of skil'd a'd acquired. When he finally broke the soft suction, Chris was panting with need. He couldn't even open his eyes to Lance.
"Love me, Chris." Lance ran his fingers through Chris' hair. Pulled at the thick strands. "Love me, and fuck me, baby."
"Jesus." Chris latched on to Lance's mouth for a long moment, trying his best to suck the life out of him, Lance was sure. Then he moved his attentions to the boy's jawline, the harsh stubble leaving his skin feeling hot and sensitive. Chris' tongue made it's way into Lance's ear, leaving shivers and soft moans in its' wake.
"Chris."
"Yeah baby?" spoken into a sharp collarbone.
Rather than answer, Lance tucked his thumbs into the waistband of Chris' jeans. He tugged firmly, trying to get his point across.
Chris raised up on his hands, giving Lance a hot kiss before backing off the bed. His hands went to his belt.
"Wait."
Lance sat up, and he reached out to pull the older man's hands away. He took over, unbuckling the belt, and starting in on the button fly. Chris was breathing hard, his erection hard against the denim. As soon as the fly was open, Lance wrapped his warm fingers around the heated flesh, pulling it out into the open so he could get a good look at it.
It was beautiful. He rubbed his fingertips over the velvet skin, kissing the shiny, now-drooling tip with a hungry mouth. The pre-cum was sweet, and slippery, and he licked it up with relish.
"Fuck," Chris gasped out, his fingers digging into Lance's shoulder.
Lance smile up at him.
"Yes. Lets."
Lance pushed Chris' clothing the rest of the way off, the older man kicking it out of the way with one foot. Chris turned back to his lover, leaning him gently back down to the soft comforter. He began laving Lance's skin, kissing the hollows with an adoring mouth, letting his hands explore the parts of his love that he'd denied himself for so long. He suckled a pert nipple, drawing a deep moan from his boy. Lance's fingers were threading through Chris' dark hair, lightly pulling him ever closer to his warm body.
Chris' hands stroked whatever they could touch -- Lance's strong arms, his deep chest, the soft skin on his hips. It was all good, and Chris' head was just spinning.
tbc...