Small Town Lover
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › N'sync
Rating:
Adult ++
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › N'sync
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,548
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.
In this position,
In this position, Lance's cock and balls were just as accessible as his ass. Chris slid a finger into Lance while simultaneously carefully sucking a heavy ball into his mouth. The resulting stimulation got a surprised yelp out of his boy.
"Fuck! Oh god... oh god... so good..." The blonde's hips were liquid, rotating as if they were on swivels.
Chris used his other hand to caress Lance's dangling cock. He wondered if he could get it in his mouth from this angle, so when he added another slick finger to Lance's ass, he leaned down and sucked the head of his cock between his lips.
Lance yelled.
Not wanting his lover to come yet, Chris let his boy's cock slip out of his mouth and concentrated on the fingers he was pumping in and out of his ass.
When Lance's hips were again rolling, Chris added a third finger, scissoring them all as he loosened the tight ring of muscle. Lance's deep voice was a low throb in the room, making Chris' heart pound, and sending deep shivers up and down his spine.
"Chris... *moan*... baby... I need..." Lance's voice was cracked, his breath hitching.
Chris kissed a smooth, round cheek as he pressed his fingers in again.
"What do you need, baby?"
"I need... god.... need you inside..." Lance moaned again, long, and deep, galvanizing Chris into action.
Lance whimpered when Chris pulled his fingers away, but the loss was soon forgotten as his lover's now well-lubed cock pressed against his entrance. Lance grabbed handfuls of the sheet in anticipation of this ultimate act of love. Just the thought of having part of Chris within him excited him beyond belief. Not even the knowledge of the pain his would soon endure could dissuade him.
"Ready baby?" Chris asked in a shaky voice. His fingers stroked Lance's hips as he held the rest of his body as still as possible. His dick twitched against his lover's loosened, well-lubed hole.
Lance looked back at him, a deep, sexual hunger turning his eyes almost emerald.
"... god... YES..."
Chris pushed slowly past the tight ring of muscle, his cock head popping through after a moment. He paused at Lance's sharp gasp.
"Oh fuck," said sweet little Southern Baptist Lance, as he twitched his hips and grabbed handfuls of his chosen pillow.
Chris was pretty much speechless. Unless you counted the muttering, but that wasn't in any recognizable language.
Chris pushed in a little farther, reveling in the solid stream of lusty profanity flowing from his young lover's mouth. The boy must've been reading up on it-- Chris himself wasn't half that inventive.
"Chris... Chris... oh my god, fuck me."
Chris threw his head back and thrust the rest of the way in, his balls meeting Lance's with a fleshy slap. Lance cried out, the mix of sensations leaving him nearly breathless. He tried to catalog them as a way of keeping a small amount of his brain distracted from, and so not under the control of, his cock.
Chris' warm hands on his hips, gripping with a bruising force, Chris' hot breath, and tongue, on the nape of his neck, Chris' warm skin against his back, ass, and legs. The hot fullness of Chris' cock wedged deep inside him.
And then the thrusting began, and Lance's brain shut down completely, leaving him with nothing but sensation. Chris' cock filled him over and over slickly impaling him, sending lightening to his own dick every time it rubbed his prostate. It wasn't long before Lance was yelling his ecstasy, his grasping muscles bringing his lover right along with him. Their bodies arched tightly for a long moment, muscles beginning to shake with the strain of extension.
Lance finally collapsed, pulling Chris down over him before the older man could make his own muscles obey him enough to roll off his lover. Lance made a small sound of protest at the loss of Chris' cock.
"Jesus, Lance. I love you, baby." He brushed the sweaty blonde locks off Lance's forehead, leaning over to give him a gentle kiss.
Lance cracked a sleepy eye. "... Worth waiting for."
Chris grinned evilly, his eyebrow ring glinting in the fading light. "You are the hottest thing on two legs. And you're mine."
Lance cuddled up to his lover, shivering a little at the possessive tone in Chris' voice. "Yours," he murmured, before dozing off.
"Fuck! Oh god... oh god... so good..." The blonde's hips were liquid, rotating as if they were on swivels.
Chris used his other hand to caress Lance's dangling cock. He wondered if he could get it in his mouth from this angle, so when he added another slick finger to Lance's ass, he leaned down and sucked the head of his cock between his lips.
Lance yelled.
Not wanting his lover to come yet, Chris let his boy's cock slip out of his mouth and concentrated on the fingers he was pumping in and out of his ass.
When Lance's hips were again rolling, Chris added a third finger, scissoring them all as he loosened the tight ring of muscle. Lance's deep voice was a low throb in the room, making Chris' heart pound, and sending deep shivers up and down his spine.
"Chris... *moan*... baby... I need..." Lance's voice was cracked, his breath hitching.
Chris kissed a smooth, round cheek as he pressed his fingers in again.
"What do you need, baby?"
"I need... god.... need you inside..." Lance moaned again, long, and deep, galvanizing Chris into action.
Lance whimpered when Chris pulled his fingers away, but the loss was soon forgotten as his lover's now well-lubed cock pressed against his entrance. Lance grabbed handfuls of the sheet in anticipation of this ultimate act of love. Just the thought of having part of Chris within him excited him beyond belief. Not even the knowledge of the pain his would soon endure could dissuade him.
"Ready baby?" Chris asked in a shaky voice. His fingers stroked Lance's hips as he held the rest of his body as still as possible. His dick twitched against his lover's loosened, well-lubed hole.
Lance looked back at him, a deep, sexual hunger turning his eyes almost emerald.
"... god... YES..."
Chris pushed slowly past the tight ring of muscle, his cock head popping through after a moment. He paused at Lance's sharp gasp.
"Oh fuck," said sweet little Southern Baptist Lance, as he twitched his hips and grabbed handfuls of his chosen pillow.
Chris was pretty much speechless. Unless you counted the muttering, but that wasn't in any recognizable language.
Chris pushed in a little farther, reveling in the solid stream of lusty profanity flowing from his young lover's mouth. The boy must've been reading up on it-- Chris himself wasn't half that inventive.
"Chris... Chris... oh my god, fuck me."
Chris threw his head back and thrust the rest of the way in, his balls meeting Lance's with a fleshy slap. Lance cried out, the mix of sensations leaving him nearly breathless. He tried to catalog them as a way of keeping a small amount of his brain distracted from, and so not under the control of, his cock.
Chris' warm hands on his hips, gripping with a bruising force, Chris' hot breath, and tongue, on the nape of his neck, Chris' warm skin against his back, ass, and legs. The hot fullness of Chris' cock wedged deep inside him.
And then the thrusting began, and Lance's brain shut down completely, leaving him with nothing but sensation. Chris' cock filled him over and over slickly impaling him, sending lightening to his own dick every time it rubbed his prostate. It wasn't long before Lance was yelling his ecstasy, his grasping muscles bringing his lover right along with him. Their bodies arched tightly for a long moment, muscles beginning to shake with the strain of extension.
Lance finally collapsed, pulling Chris down over him before the older man could make his own muscles obey him enough to roll off his lover. Lance made a small sound of protest at the loss of Chris' cock.
"Jesus, Lance. I love you, baby." He brushed the sweaty blonde locks off Lance's forehead, leaning over to give him a gentle kiss.
Lance cracked a sleepy eye. "... Worth waiting for."
Chris grinned evilly, his eyebrow ring glinting in the fading light. "You are the hottest thing on two legs. And you're mine."
Lance cuddled up to his lover, shivering a little at the possessive tone in Chris' voice. "Yours," he murmured, before dozing off.