Pairing: Lance and JC
Words: debt; flashlight; emboss; hipbone


The debt JC owes is enormous.

This normally would not be a problem.  He has money.  Lots of
money.  Unfortunately, it's not that kind of debt.

"But *why*?" he wails.  "Why do I have to get a *tattoo*?"

"Because.  You're beautiful.  I want to see it painted on your
skin."

"But *needles*!"

"I'll hold your hand."

"*Lance*!"

"I will."

"That doesn't help."  JC folds his arms and pouts.  His very best
pout.  Lance just keeps smiling at him.  The untrustworthy smile
that JC usually finds sexy, because it means Lance is dangerous and
plotting something.

"Then I won't.  Whatever.  But we're going."

"Blowjob?" JC offers hopefully, even though he knows the Lance he
loves best will just say yes, take the blowjob, and insist on JC
getting the tattoo anyway.

"Sure."

Yes, that's the man he loves.  JC shivers.  He's hard as he kneels
down in front of Lance and starts undoing his pants with trembling
fingers.

Lance sighs, slumping down and combing his fingers through JC's
hair.  "You're so good at this.  I love your mouth."  He rubs said
mouth with his thumb.

JC whimpers and sucks on Lance's thumb before sucking on Lance's
cock instead.

Lance gasps and rubs his thumb across JC's cheekbone, leaving a
trail of wetness to gleam dully.  "Damn, you're good.  Just think,
baby.  Just think how, uh, how fucking good it'll look, yeah, just
like that, with my, jesus, yes, with my mark on your, fuck,
hipbone, baby.  Jesus, yes."

That's what JC is trying very hard not to think about.  But there's
something about the thought of it while Lance's cock is deep in his
throat that makes him feel exposed and naked.  Even though he isn't
naked.  And then there's Lance's voice... JC makes low noises in
his throat as he sucks.

Lance sighs and comes.  "Mmm.  You pick a good pattern.  I'll get
it, too."

JC licks his lips and rubs himself through his jeans.

Lance smiles.  "Oh, Jayce.  We're going *right* now.  You keep
that, just for me."

There's that smile again.  JC stands up shakily and nods.

Lance leads JC out to the car.  And then into the parlor, when they
arrive.  They look at the books together, Lance's arm around JC's
back.  Just friends, looking at the same book.  Riiight.

The arm around his back is possessive.  JC shivers and points.  He
can't quite imagine the symbol being on him, doesn't even want to
*think* about it being embossed point by painful point.  But he can
see it being on Lance.

Lance purrs quietly.  "Yesss."

The growl in his ear is almost enough to distract him from the
prospect of needles.  "Okay," he says in a shaky voice.

"Yes."  Lance licks JC's ear.  Then it's time to be marked,
claimed, symbolized.

JC goes first.  He's desperately afraid of this, and he doesn't
need more time seeing the needle piercing Lance's flesh first. 
It's bad enough like this.

Lance makes JC sit by him, makes JC talk to him and think about
things that have nothing to do with tattoos.  It's over quickly. 
Lance, though not a tattoo pro like Joey and Chris, doesn't mind
the sensation very much.  Not when it's something like this. 
Something that shows he's wanted by someone who he wants back.

JC doesn't watch while Lance get his.  Instead he goes out to the
front area, on the other side of the beaded curtain, and waits. 
His hip is tingling.

Lance pays for them both and drives them home.  "You okay?" he asks
when the door is closed and locked behind them.

JC nods.  He doesn't quite know what to say to Lance when he's
being considerate.  The problem, though, is that Lance is like a
flashlight.  No matter his mood, Lance can see through him.  It's
only JC who doesn't understand.

Lance reaches out.  "C'mere."

JC takes Lance's hand.

Lance leads JC to the bedroom and lays him down.  "I'm going to
make love to you.  If you don't mind."

JC gives Lance a trembling smile and nods.  He can't bear to speak.

Lance worships.  It's not unusual for them.  Lance is still in awe
of having JC.  He never, ever wants JC to doubt that he's valued. 
When they come, pressed together with their bandaged tattoos
touching, Lance feels more complete than he ever has before.  He'll
have to remember to tell JC that.  It might become a song.

JC doesn't have any words for how he feels right now.  About Lance
or any way else.  But as he looks up at Lance, he knows -- Lance
knows.