Pairing: Lance and Joey
Words: little brother; mewed; flirtatious; blonde


Lance awakens with a pounding headache.  Far, far too much wine was
consumed last night.  He also awakens with a man in his bed, and
doesn't know what to do.  It's not that the situation has never
occurred before.  But Lance has never *wanted* the man in his bed
before.  So he lays still and tries, desperately, to think of what
to do or say when Joey wakes.

Joey wakes up slowly, with that particularly happy, contented
feeling that comes from having spent the night before doing very
pleasurable things.  He'd gone out drinking with Lance.  He
remembers that.

Joey also remembers the flirtatious blonde.  Pretty.  Hot.  Very
willing, pressing against Joey.  He remembers the feel of skin
against his fingers, getting to second base on the dance floor and
he's not sure if they made it all the way back before they'd done
it for the first time.

The parts after the drinking got into full swing are blurred and
clear at the same time.  Blurred in that drunken way where the
things he was paying attention to -- the feel of skin under his
fingers, full cocksucking lips on his dick -- are absolutely clear,
but everything else is mostly gone.

And that's okay.  The good parts are what he wants to remember
anyway.

It's a bonus that there's still a warm body in bed with him.  Joey
rolls over, covering his flirty blonde with one heavy arm.  "Hey,
baby."

Lance sighs.  "Joey?  Joey, are you really awake?" he asks softly.

"Mm-hmm."

"Um.  Okay."  Joey seems happy.  Lance is going to be okay if
Joey's happy.

Joey nudges his hips against the cute blonde, trying to hint subtly
that a repeat performance would be a nice thing.

Oh, dear.  Joey seems very happy.  Joey's happy wakes Lance's happy
up again.  Lance turns over, and wraps his arms around Joey's neck. 
"You're insatiable."

Joey nuzzles the upturned face.  He's only a little surprised when
he realizes there's a hard chest pressing against his rather than
soft breasts, and not in the bad way, not at all.  Surprised he was
so drunk that gender didn't even register, but pleased too.  And
the blonde thing makes perfect sense then too, 'cause of his Lance
thing.  He just hopes Lance doesn't ever catch on.

Stubble scrapes his jaw and Lance moans lightly before kissing Joey
hard.

Joey growls deep in the back of his throat and thrusts his tongue
in aggressively, even as he gets his thigh between the other guy's,
pressing against his erection.  The blonde's just as hard and
urgent as he is.  Good.

"Fuck, Joey," Lance gasp, because Joey's moving down now, sucking
even more marks into Lance's neck.

God.  The guy even sounds like Lance.  When he got lucky last
night, he hit the jackpot.

Lance arches under Joey's mouth and parts his thighs hopefully. 
Last night Joey wouldn't.  Stupid honor.  But maybe this morning he
will.

The guy's just as hot as he remembers.  Practically begging for it. 
Joey's quite happy to slide down his body and suck in his cock.  He
got off good last night, even if he can't remember the particulars,
and he plans to fuck this guy after he blows him.  Joey's a
generous kind of guy.  Especially when there's something in it for
him.

Lance happily submits, being just as vocal as he pleases.  Joey
admitted last night that he's wanted to hear Lance making those
sounds for him for ages.

Joey grins a little at the sounds the guy is making and uses his
distraction to slip a finger in the blonde's ass.

"Oh, yes, Joey please!"

Everything about this just turns Joey on more.  He's never had a
casual pickup this eager.  Okay, well, maybe.  Once or twice.  But
this is still something special as fucks ago.  He goes for the
second finger.  It's good -- keeps him from jerking off and coming
too soon.

Lance bites his lip and makes himself relax.  Joey's mouth still
feels stupendous on him.  He concentrates on that.

The guy tenses up on the second finger.  That's not good for Joey's
plans to get up inside there himself.  Joey settles in to give the
best blowjob of his life, trying to melt the guy's bones so he'll
agree to anything, he's come so hard.

After that everything is a whirlwind of "fuck that feels good,
please, yes, again, like that!  Harder, please, perfect!"  Lance
nearly passes out when he comes.

Joey is grinning after the guy comes.  He's in.  He's so in.  He
wipes his chin and kneels up, looking down at the blonde.  And it's
Lance.  The blonde is Lance.

He's just fucked up his relationship with Lance for good.  Lance is
determinedly straight to the point of near homophobia.

Joey blanches and backs away from Lance.  He grabs the covers and
pulls them up so Lance isn't exposed anymore.  Shit, shit, shit. 
Where the hell are his clothes?

Lance mewls.  "No!  No, come back.  You promised, Joey, please? 
Please fuck me?"

"Lance, no.  No.  You're still drunk.  You don't know what you're
saying.  Fuck, I'm sorry."'

"I'm not, Joey!  You promised me, remember?"  Lance kneels up,
heedless of his nudity.  "Come back to bed.  Come back to *me*," he
whispers.

No matter what, Joey can't ignore Lance.  Particularly not
heartfelt pleas.  He sits down on the side of the bed.  "Lance..."
he starts, but he doesn't know what to say next.

Lance slides around into Joey's lap.  "You promised you'd make love
to me this morning.  You promised."  He touches Joey softly. 
"But... you... you don't remember do you?"

Joey shakes his head.  "I only remember parts of it.  I didn't even
know I picked up a guy, much less that it was you."

"You said that you'd wanted me for a long time.  You made me feel
like the most attractive person in the world."

Joey nods.  Gingerly, he brings his arms up to hold Lance.  "I
have.  I gave up on it around about the time you said that you
wouldn't condemn anyone for being homosexual, but that you
personally thought it was sick.  That was when I told you I thought
of you as a little brother.  To help remind me that I couldn't have
you."

"Joey... Joey, I was seventeen and stupider than a sack of rocks. 
I'm so incredibly sorry.  I was just scared."

"I wouldn't have done anything to you, y'know.  If that was what
you were scared of."

"No, I was scared of myself."  He doesn't add, 'of what I wanted to
do to you', though it's true.

Joey strokes Lance's naked back, exploring all that bare skin the
way he probably already has sometime in the past twelve hours, but
now while knowing what he's doing.  "Still scared?"

"A little, but not of the same things."

"Not of me."

"I was never scared of you, just of the way you made me feel,"
Lance admits.

"What're you scared of now?"

"The unknown.  But not very scared.  Just a teeny little bit, in
with the excited."

"Yeah?" Joey asks, grinning.  The sudden realization that the hot
blonde was Lance had completely killed his erection.  But Lance is
bringing it back, especially squirming in his lap the way he is.

"Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah.  Especially after the sounds you made last
night.  I didn't even know people could sound that sexy."

"You sound sexy, too, y'know.  The way you practically mewed when
I got that first finger up inside you?"  Joey's eyes unfocus a bit. 
"Oh, yeah."

Lance flushes.  "Show me what it's like, please?  Show me."

"Yeah?" Joey asks, eyes darkening.

"Duh.  Yeah."

Joey laughs and pushes Lance back on the bed, the better to finally
fulfill his dearest dreams.