EPILOGUE

Lance

 

The tour was over, and it had been for a few months. Even in sunny Los Angeles, it was starting to grow cold, and it was raining more than usual as the winter approached. There was a new album in the works, and probably another tour in the New Year, but for the moment, things were as close to peaceful as they got.

The song which Justin had written for the two of them was the number one song on the pop charts in the United States, and it was doing well worldwide, too. Their biggest hit since the song which Justin and Darien had written for Noah and the publicity from their impromptu wedding had only increased the song’s popularity.

There had been some gossip, of course. Some conspiracy theorists stating that none of it was real, that he and Jamie hooking up was nothing more than a hoax to keep their names in the tabloids. Jamie had shown him, and they had both laughed and laughed until they were weak and collapsed onto each other.

There had been no such rumors when Lance had been dating Ken, that was the really hilarious thing. And it really didn’t matter, because the vast majority of people didn’t believe the crazy theory. Even if they had, though, Lance didn’t think it would matter that much to him.

He was married to the man he loved, and that was more than good enough for him. The whole world could think it was nothing but a sham, and he wouldn’t care. For the first time, he understood how Darien could find it in himself to leave the Lost Boys, because if Jamie wanted to, Lance would be out in a second with him.

Luckily, though, his husband was just as much of a slut for the spotlight as Lance himself was. Just one of many things that they shared.

Lance ran backstage, his arm looped casually, possessively, around Jamie’s waist, both of them grinning and high on the performance that they’d just given. It was just a local concert, fairly small, but the energy from the crowd had been electric, and Lance felt a current of that energy running between himself and Jamie, growing into something bigger than either of them could manage alone.

They would be going out for their second encore soon, and this was the one that Lance always really looked forward to. They had already played their song, of course. It was the number one hit right now, and some people had paid for a ticket just to hear it.

But the song that they’d written, that Justin had busted his ass to get out by the end of the tour, Another Chance, was a typical pop song. That was the version they’d played earlier. Justin had been fooling around with another version, though, and he walked up with a guitar in each hand, giving one to Jamie and the other to Lance.

“You ready for this?” Justin asked, and Jamie and Lance met each other’s eyes and grinned, in perfect sync with each other on this one. They had other songs they could do as an encore, but this was a chance for them to prove what they really had.

A pop band like the Lost Boys was always going to have people who stated that they had no talent, other than dancing and being autotuned. But they’d discovered, through their time spent together, that they were all skilled in some way.

“Ready,” Jamie said, and Lance nodded. With the guitar strap draped over his neck, Lance walked out, hand in hand with his husband, followed by Ken and Aaron. Ken took his place at the drum set which had been hastily assembled, and Aaron stepped behind an electric keyboard.

A hush had fallen over the crowd at this point as if they sensed that this was something completely new. Something which no member of the public had ever seen before. Jamie and Lance stepped up to the mics which had been set up for them, clutching their guitars, and then all four members of the band froze.

There was one instrument missing, of course. For a few moments, Lance and Jamie and Aaron and Ken just stood there, basking in the obvious confusion of the crowd, who had no idea what to expect. No idea what they were in form.

And then Darien stepped out onto the stage, holding an electric base, and the crowd went wild. The cheers reached up to the very sky itself, Lance was sure, and he grinned over at Jamie as Darien, a wide grin on his face, took his place.

“Hey, guys,” Jamie finally spoke, and the crowd calmed down, at least a little, so that they could hear his words. “Do you know how lucky you are? For one night, Darien’s going to join us.”

It was a one night gig, that much was true. They had been talking about how they would need a bassist to make this work, and they’d considered just hiring someone for the gig, but then Ken had remembered Darien saying that he could play the bass, and it had all gone from there.

Lance watched as Jamie went over to hug Darien, who grinned and hugged him back, which the crowd utterly adored. Any rumors which might still be hanging around about Jamie and Darien disliking each other because Jamie had taken his place, they were laid to rest right then and there.

When Jamie was back, Lance grinned at him and briefly reached out to touch the back of his husband’s hand, just for a second. Then he turned back to the crowd, and it was his turn to speak into the mic.

“This song was written back when we were just figuring things out between us,” Lance said, with a warm look at Jamie, who grinned and shot a cocky wink right back at him. “We’re doing it a little differently this time. Enjoy.”

As he and Jamie started to sing, as the guitars swelled around them and the drums kept them in perfect rhythm and the keyboard wailed, the crowd was utterly silent. Usually, there was a lot of singing and dancing along, but this was a different thing.

It was a much more instrumental version than they usually did, and the crowd, Lance thought, didn’t quite know what to do with that. But then the song ended, the last note fading up toward the sky, and for a moment, silence reigned.

Then every last person in the venue, it seemed, started to talk, and clap, and cheer, all at the same time. A wave of sound swirled toward the stage, and Lance had a smile on his face which wouldn’t quit.

When he looked around at his friends, at his husband, he saw the same smile. Even Aaron seemed pleased with himself. And when Lance turned his gaze offstage, he saw Lester there, looking like he’d started sucking on a sour lemon. Noah was there, too, and Justin, and they all looked considerably more pleased.

Oh well. You couldn’t win them all, and if everyone but Lester was happy, that worked out just fine for Lance. He quite frankly didn’t care much about if Lester was upset with them, not after everything that the other man had pulled.

Everyone else loved it. It had been a gamble, and one that Lester had heavily suggested that they not do, but it had paid off. Lance gazed at his friends, at his adored husband, and smiled at all of them.

Their band had really stepped up to the next level that night, and he couldn’t have been prouder, of them but also of himself. The Lost Boys had really stepped into the limelight now, and looking at Jamie, at the bright, hectic color on his pale cheeks, on the way his eyes glistened and seemed almost to glow, his husband was right there with him.

And would be all the way. He and Jamie, and their friends. The Lost Boys were no flash in the pan, and there would be no mere fifteen minutes of fame. Somehow, Lance knew, gazing around at the people who meant the most to him, that they were going to be around to stay.

 

Jamie

 

His body was still buzzing, his nerves all still jittery. Even though he’d been in the band for coming close to a year now, Jamie still wasn’t used to the feeling of being up on that stage, being adored by everyone. Each time, it gave him a hit of something far more potent than any drug.

Lance was right there with him, and Jamie grinned over at his husband as they made their way into their hotel room, laughing and clinging to each other like they were drunk, though they weren’t. They’d barely hung out at the after-party for more than five minutes, long enough to make an appearance and that’s about it.

But they were drunk on their shared life, on their successful show, on each other. And that was far better, and far less lonely, than the drinking that Jamie had done on his own before.

Star was there to greet them with an inquisitive little mew, and Jamie detangled himself from Lance just long enough to scoop her up. She was much bigger now—he realized—and still growing.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, as he cradled her in his arms, which she very nicely tolerated. But she really started to purr when Lance came over and scratched under her chin. Languorously, she stretched toward the touch, giving a lazy little yawn as she snuggled limply into Jamie’s arms, loving on Lance completely.

“Wow, she really knows who she belongs to,” Jamie observed, amused. The relationship there was completely adorable.

“Don’t worry, you don’t need to be jealous,” Lance said, with a wink. “I know who I belong to, and it’s not the cat.”

Jamie smirked a little, though he was touched by his husband’s words. But he played it off because he knew that Lance would know what the words meant to him anyway.

“You belong to the cat a little,” he accused, and Lance grinned at him but didn’t deny it.

For a while, Star was content to settle into Jamie’s arms and purr and doze, but she still had so much energy, more like a teenager cat than an adult still. Her slightly awkward body was soon twitching, and moments later, she jumped down out of Jamie’s arms and flounced away, her fluffy tail up high as she found a chair to curl up on instead.

Jamie laughed, watching her antics fondly. He knew that he wasn’t her favorite person in the world, that was Lance, but at least he was a close second. Lance’s arm went around his waist, and he was pulled tight against his husband, melting into him as he looked up into his impossibly handsome face.

“Hey,” he murmured, grinning at him, knowing that he looked silly but not even caring. He raised his head and brushed his lips gently, sweetly, over his husband’s, knowing that the sweetness couldn’t last but enjoying it while it did.

As predicted, it wasn’t long until the heat which was always lingering between them started to build, to spiral out of control. Jamie found himself pressing close to his husband, moaning as he was pulled flush against Lance, as Lance’s strong hands pushed down into his pants to grip his bare ass directly.

They both knew where this was going. Truthfully, they went there pretty often, and almost always after a show. After a show as amazing as that one, too, Jamie had known that it was inevitable, and one of the things he loved most about their marriage was just how ready they always both were to tumble into bed.

“I think I want you inside of me tonight,” Lance murmured to Jamie, his beautiful, husky voice deep and seductive. Jamie smirked at him, and there was no way he was going to turn the man down, of course.

“You got it,” Jamie murmured, then went back to slowly undressing Lance, revealing his beautiful body, bit by bit. But Lance put his hand over Jamie’s, stopping him, making Jamie glance up at him with some surprise.

“I mean now.”

Jamie arched an eyebrow at his husband, who was usually pretty interested in taking things slow, in holding back a little. Jamie was the same way, to be honest, but he could understand the urgency, too. So he acted on something like instinct, gripping Lance’s shoulders and pushing him against the wall, pressing up against him and grinding a little as he kissed him.

The clothes fell off quickly then, with neither of them attempting to hold back any longer. There didn’t seem to be any point, and clothing flew all over the place, both of them urgent, completely eager to get at each other’s bodies.

The powerful muscles of Lance’s shoulders flexed, and Jamie laughed as he was pushed away from the other man, as Lance took control and pressed him toward the bed. That was one thing about being with someone so much bigger than him. Lance could pretty much throw him around however he liked.

Well, it wasn’t like Jamie was complaining. If anything, he’d probably pinned Lance just to try to get this reaction, and he grinned as he was pushed down to the bed, their legs tangling together as they pressed their hips flush with each other, slippery erections grinding.

Jamie rolled, pushing Lance under him, and Lance cooperated fully, smirking up at him with those jade green eyes of his twinkling. Those strong, beautifully formed, long legs opened up for Jamie, who still couldn’t actually believe his luck.

“How did I end up with someone as beautiful as you?” Jamie wondered. He knew he wasn’t exactly ugly himself, but Lance could be a model, with that lovely, strong body and that handsome face.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” Lance purred, his eyes glinting with mischief as Jamie poured lube on his own fingers. They had been tested long ago and had both gotten a clean bill of health, and it was a relief not to have to worry about condoms.

Jamie was thorough, but he didn’t waste any time, slipping a finger inside of Lance. He spread the slippery lube because there was just no way either of them was going to be okay with waiting. They were both too desperate, needed each other far too much, to hold back.

One finger, then two, slipped inside that tight ass, stretching it open and making it nice and slick. Only when Jamie’s fingers were moving easily inside of Lance did he gaze up into his lover’s face, watching him closely, trying to judge if he was ready.

The sweet, full, pink lips were parted, his breathing rapid, and his hips rose and fell as Jamie brushed over his prostate. No, there couldn’t be any doubt about it. Lance was ready, and Jamie pressed a kiss to the head of that gorgeous cock as he started to lube up his own cock.

“For fuck’s sake, Jamie, now,” Lance demanded, and Jamie grinned a little bit. It wasn’t too often that he got to be the tease in this relationship. He hadn’t done it on purpose, but it was still pretty fun.

“Shh, baby. I’ve got you,” Jamie promised, and he finally eased on top of Lance, kissing him as he positioned himself at the slippery entrance to Lance’s hot, desperate body. He kissed his husband and then pushed inside of him, groaning as the tight channel closed around him, gripping him, embracing him. Pulling him deeper, so it seemed.

Their movements were simple, primitive, a dance as old as time and one that their bodies knew how to do very well. Especially with each other. No one had ever moved so flawlessly with him, and Jamie groaned as he gazed down into his husband’s face, staring at him with appreciation.

So beautiful, and his, all his. Slowly, but not too slowly, they worked each other up, bodies soon straining toward each other, the pleasure that was uncoiling in Jamie’s cock and balls, in the pit of his stomach, reflected in Lance’s gorgeous, sparkling eyes.

“I love you!” Lance cried out the three words as pleasure finally overtook him, overtook them both at the same time. Jamie heard the words as his own orgasm tore through him, stealing his breath away, though he did manage three words of his own.

“I love you,” he panted, then lay on top of Lance, gazing down at him, covered in his husband’s sweat and the come which had shot all over his body.

In a moment or two, he knew, they would go again. So he just took this time to stare down at Lance, to once more memorize his face, though he was now secure in the fact that they were together. It blew him away, how much Lance loved him, but he believed it.

Finally, he had somewhere he belonged, right in this man’s arms.

 

THE END

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