Pairing: Chris and Lance
Words: bless; celibate; immoral; pretty kitty


"If I ever turn into an animal, please do *not* have me neutered,"
Lance calls across the room.  "Chris?  Baby?  Our fans?  Are on
crack."  He clicks yet another link, finding a site devoted to Nick
and Aaron Carter.  Together.  "But Nick's are worse."

Chris comes up behind him and hooks his chin over his shoulder to
read.  "Blonde on blonde.  Yeah, I can see the problem."

Lance tips his head against Chris's.  "There was one where I
desperately loved to be spanked, and only Joey was strong enough to
do it."

"I think I'm insulted."

"I know I was."

"Why?  You didn't want everyone knowing the thing you've got for
being fucked while your ass is all warm and rosy?"

"No, because I didn't even want sex.  What, I'm not a guy?"

Chris' lip curls.  "Spanking without sex?  What's the point?"

"That's what I wanna know."

"You mean, as in, you'd like to try it tonight?"

"Um, no."  Lance rolls his eyes.  "As in why do all these girls see
me as a total, uh.  Girl."

"Because you're sitting there bitching about something that doesn't
even have nekkid pictures?"

Lance turns his head and bites Chris's nose.  "Dick."

"Hey, you know what they say," Chris says, dancing out of his
range.  "Let he who is without girlishness cast the first stone."

Lance growls and starts stalking Chris.  It's fun.  Immoral, but
fun.

"Hey, hey, now," Chris says, backing up.  "Don't be bitter just
because everyone knows who wears the pants around here."

"Okay.  Scot.  Put on your kilt."

Chris pauses for a second.  "If I do, will you spank *my* ass?"

"Sure.  If that's what you want."

"Hah!  You're giving me what I want!  You're still a girl!"

"No, it's a good way to get more sex.  Kinky sex, even."

Chris considers this for a moment.  "Assuming you have a point,
isn't this just a clever ploy to get me into a skirt so you can try
to look more butch?"

"No, it's a clever ploy to get into your skirt so I can get off."

"Or you could just fuck me."

Lance pretends to consider.  "I don't know.  Maybe I should become
celibate."

"Ooh, ooh!  You can be in holy orders and I can be the choir boy
you fuck!  But you have to say 'Bless, you my son' and stuff like
that, because otherwise it's not as kinky."

"It's a thought."

Chris leaps on Lance, who's apparently become tired of chasing him. 
"So choose something already.  Geez.  You can be such a girl
sometimes."

Lance growls again and bends Chris over his desk, proceeding to
prove that he is very much a boy.

Chris smirks, cheek squashed flat against the paneling.  He got
what he wanted.

"Fuck," Lance grunts out.

"Can't," Chris gasps.  "Little busy right now, Father."

Lance laughs.  "Mmm.  If you're very... very... very good, I might
show you heaven."

"Ooh, fisting?  My favorite."

Lance bites Chris.

Chris shivers and bucks his hips.

Lance shoves Chris flat against the desk, actually lifts him. 
"Damnit.  Turn over."  He pulls out, flipping Chris onto his back
on the desktop, papers scattered beneath him.  He slides back in,
Chris's legs around him.  "Yeah, like that."

"Gonna break something," Chris warns him, even as he's trying to
get his legs higher and further apart.

"Your hip, old man?"

"Your computer, idiot," Chris says.

"You're better."  Lance reaches down to jerk Chris off.  "My
computer doesn't have a dick."

"Oh, fuck," Chris says, torn between getting off and making a smart
remark.  "If it did... you'd fuck it."

Lance does the hip thing, the one JC showed him.  "Fuck *you*," he
purrs.

"Guess I'm the girl then," Chris manages.

Lance doesn't answer, too busy coming and making sure Chris comes
too.

When Lance lets him down, Chris lowers shaky legs.  "So.  Read
anything else good on the web?"

Lance sighs and picks Chris up, walking them across the room to lay
on the couch.  "There was the one where you called me your pretty
kitty.  Of course, then you left me for JC."

Chris lounges on top of Lance.  "Pretty kitty.  Purrrr."

Lance just rumbles and scratches Chris's back lightly.