NINETEEN

 

For a while, everything was up in the air, and Lance honestly wasn’t sure where it was all going to land. He and Jamie were fine, but Lester hadn’t exactly seemed to be all that happy with them. If their manager went through with his threats, things could get messy pretty quickly.

The weeks passed, and then, somehow, the summer was almost over. They were about a week and a half from the end of the three-month tour, heading into the state of Nevada for one of the last shows. They would be heading back over to California after that.

They’d survived. And more than that, they’d thrived. He and Jamie didn’t have to hide anything anymore. They slept in the same bed every night, and there was no rush for one of them to get up early and sneak out before anyone else could see.

Lance had never imagined that he could feel about anyone like he did about Jamie, and the thing was, the reason it all worked, Jamie felt the same about him. Lance didn’t get it, but Jamie adored him.

“You guys,” Justin commented, rolling his eyes as Jamie came over to Lance and flopped down into his lap. “You said you wanted this song written for the last show of the tour, right? You’re gonna have to help me out here by focusing.”

Lance shot a slightly guilty smile over at Justin, who was, despite his exasperation, smiling at them.

“Sorry,” Jamie said, but his smirk was unrepentant, and he rested his bright head against Lance’s shoulder and didn’t make any effort to slip out of his lap. Not that Lance was complaining. Jamie’s solid weight in his lap pleased him, especially when he thought about how close he had been to losing all of this.

Lance kissed his boyfriend’s head and stroked his hair, and he watched as Justin’s smirk softened into a sincere smile. The guy was a definite romantic, and Lance found himself curious about his story. Justin might be more approachable than Aaron tended to be, but he kept his private life to himself. Lance knew that the guy had a kid, a daughter, and that he was raising her himself, but Justin had kept his mouth shut about everything else.

“Look, guys, I know Noah and Darien are showing up later today, and I know you’re gonna want to catch up with them,” Justin told them, and Lance smiled a little. It was true. He hadn’t seen his former bandmate, or Darien’s boyfriend Noah, for quite some time. Since before they’d left on tour, actually, though he knew Noah was still back home keeping their social media alive and strong.

Actually, Lance had chatted with Noah a few times, coordinating the very public breakup with Ken, and the slow introduction of Jamie and Lance as a couple. It was all very stupid, but it had kept the fans happy, so Lance supposed it was worth it.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” Lance admitted, but he didn’t let go of Jamie, either. They could talk their way through a new song with Jamie still on Lance’s lap, for the most part.

“Okay, so it’s going to be both of you, we’ve already got that settled. Darien’s song was for Noah, but you guys, you’ll do one for each other.”

Lance knew that the grin on his face was silly, but he didn’t care when he saw that Jamie had one that was every bit as blissfully happy as his own was.

“Yeah,” Lance murmured, and when Jamie leaned in to kiss him, Lance was right there, waiting and ready for the thrilling, sweet touch of those beautiful lips against his. His hands slid down to cup Jamie’s ass, and he lost himself in the kiss.

“Okay, you know what? This is pointless,” Justin finally complained. When Lance finally looked away from the kiss, he saw that Justin, the world famous songwriter, the man that any band out there would love to have writing for them, was actually blushing.

Lance smirked a bit and met Jamie’s eyes. Yes, they were being a little bit obnoxious, he supposed, but it was like he couldn’t get enough of this. Like he couldn’t keep his hands from this gorgeous man, no matter how hard he tried. Which had been great for the fans, but a bit more annoying for some of the other people around them.

“Sorry. Can we do this later?” Jamie asked, and Lance grinned guiltily at his lover. The truth was, the pressure of the firm, round, tight globes of that beautiful little ass of his was driving Lance a little bit crazy, and he felt the need to drag Jamie off to bed immediately, if not sooner.

“I’ve got enough to work with. I’ll get this written, and we’ll look over it tomorrow.” Justin smirked as he rose to his feet. “Not that you’ll be able to keep your hands off of each other then, either.”

Which was probably true, Lance had to admit, but they could cross that bridge when they came to it. Besides, as Justin left, Jamie was jumping up out of Lance’s lap, tugging him to his feet and hauling him toward the bedroom once more.

Lance fully cooperated. No matter how much of this man that he got, he couldn’t seem to get enough. They were kissing before the door was safely closed behind them, tugging clothing from each other’s bodies, lips tightly together, hot breath intermingling, every chance they got.

Lance gave a soft, keening little moan as Jamie’s talented fingers wrapped around his dick, which had already started to plump up from the moment that Jamie had first climbed onto his lap.

They tumbled down onto the bed with each other as Lance let his own hand wrap around Jamie’s cock, which was hardening nicely. They’d had enough practice with each other now to know exactly how to touch each other, to make it the best that it could possibly be. And Lance let himself buck without shame into that impossibly talented hand, which knew just how firmly to grip and stroked him with just the right amount of speed to drive him crazy.

It wouldn’t be enough for long, and Lance groaned as he felt the first stirrings of his release quickening within him. Jamie turned him on like no one else ever had, and it took so little for the beautiful redhead to drive him right over the edge of sanity.

And that was before Jamie pushed Lance onto his back, and he felt the soft, yielding, lush surface of the bed give way beneath him. That was before Jamie was on top of him, squirming down his body, those beautiful lips pressing sweet kisses over every inch of Lance’s body.

They teased at his nipples, suckling them into hardness, while Lance’s cock swelled up and his balls tensed up. Then they brushed over his stomach, down to his navel, kissing and licking and even lightly biting at the skin as he made his way down.

Lance moaned and slid his fingers into the other man’s hair, stroking through the silky curls, admiring the way the light glinted off of the red and made it seem to almost burn from within. He watched as those full pink lips parted, as that clever tongue pressed against the leaking head of his incredibly hard cock.

“Jamie, don’t stop,” he whispered, as he guided the other man further down, pressing more of his pulsing, aching erection into his mouth. He closed his eyes as the heat throbbed through his body, centered on where he was buried in Jamie’s hot, tight, wet mouth.

It was too good, and it wasn’t enough for Lance to just passively accept the pleasure that he was being given. He didn’t have it in him, and besides, he knew he’d last longer if he distracted himself by attempting to drive Jamie even half as insane as Jamie was driving him.

So he shifted around, squirming on the bed, pressing his head under Jamie’s flat stomach though leaving his dick firmly in Jamie’s mouth. Through some careful maneuvering, he was able to take Jamie into his mouth, tasting the salty musk of his erection as he slid it into his mouth.

Just as he’d known would happen, the way they were moving together helped him to hold back quite a bit. He was able to focus on the way his own lips moved over the other man, on cupping his heavy balls, on bringing him pleasure. It pulled him back from the edge just enough.

Though it wouldn’t work for long, Jamie was just too talented, his mouth gripping Lance tightly, his hands all over Lance’s inner thighs and hips and stomach, stroking him, overwhelming Lance with sensation.

Lance fought back, but he was losing control. What had started as little more than a tingle soon grew into an aching, pulsating throbbing, through his whole body, but especially in his cock and balls. He drove into Jamie’s mouth, and the only thing that made him feel better about it was when he realized that Jamie was doing the same thing.

If he could speak, he would tell Jamie that he wanted them to come together. Even so, he had the idea that Jamie knew, or maybe it was just luck that had them tensing up at almost the same time, their bodies squirming and writhing together, hips pumping, as they spilled into each other’s mouths.

Lance pulled away, rolling out from under Jamie and smirking up at his boyfriend. Jamie was a sight to behold, pale skin lightly flushed, eyes brilliant, hair a messy halo around his head.

“And that’s what you get for sitting on my lap, you brat,” Lance laughed softly, and he was rewarded by the slow growth of a beautiful grin on Jamie’s lovely face.

“That’ll show me,” Jamie murmured and then reached for him. They settled back together, holding each other close, Jamie’s bright head on Lance’s chest. How far they’d come, Lance mused, and he knew that the ride was just getting started. He still had a lot to look forward to.

Hell, he had everything to look forward to, as long as he had Jamie there by his side.