Pairing: Lance and JC
Words: motion sickness; keep off the grass; half-baked; virgin


Lance loves JC. JC loves Lance. JC's incredibly sexy, Lance is very
hot. JC is willing, Lance is more than able. All these things are
true. So why is Lance sitting in the sun and a speedo next to his
totally hot boyfriend of *six months* -- still a virgin? He decides
to ask. "C, why'm I still a virgin?"

JC squints. "Isn't that a personal choice?"

"Not particularly. Not any more."

JC's expression turns concerned. "Do you feel pressured into making
a decision that isn't right for you? You don't need to buy into the
media roles, you know."

"No. I feel like you're really beautiful, and we've been going out
for a while. I trust you and I know you respect me -- but we
haven't had sex. And I was sort of wondering why." Lance turns on
his side, reaching out to hold JC's hand. "I mean. I want to."

JC's brow knits. "So what you're saying is that I'm pressuring you
into losing your virginity?"

"No, I'm saying you're not, but I'm ready to. Aren't I?"

"You shouldn't pressure yourself either," JC says earnestly.

"I don't think I am. I think I'm ready."

"Oh! Well, that's good then."

Lance beams. "So, we can?"

"So we can what?"

"Have sex?"

"No. I don't want to do that."

Lance bites his lip for a moment. "Why not?" he asks in a small
voice.

JC pats his hand. "I don't think it would be appropriate. Now, if
you were anyone else, then that would be different."

"Why?"

"Because I don't feel it would be right for us to have sex."

"Can you tell me why?" Lance asks. "And can I come sit with you?"

"Of course." JC scoots over to make a little more room in the
chair. When Lance comes over to him, he sighs happily. "Because. I
love you."

"If you love me and I love you, what's wrong with us having sex?"

"If you don't know what's wrong with it, then maybe it's too soon."
JC worries his lip with his teeth.

"I thought that sex was *about* love, JC. And I love you and trust
you." Lance looks up, seriously scared now.

"You think sex is about love?" JC asks, startled.

"It isn't?" Lance asks, more confused than ever.

JC shakes his head. "No, it isn't. It's about being aroused and
using someone else to get off. And I never want to do that to you."

"It's not using. It doesn't have to be. It's about being turned on
by someone, *and* loving them so much that you want to bring them
pleasure. Not that it's *bad* to like it, because it's not. You're
supposed to like sex." Lance reaches up and touches JC's cheek. "I
don't know who hurt you and made you think that, but I'd kill them
if I could."

JC gives Lance a sad look and kisses his hand. "You're sweet to
think like that, but it is usually."

"But if there's love behind it, isn't it okay?"

"If it's making love, it's okay," JC says.

"Well. Can we do *that*?" Lance asks.

JC blinks. "You want to?"

"Make love with you?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Okay."

Lance beams. "Really?"

"Yes." JC brings Lance's hand to his mouth and turns it, kissing
the inside of his wrist. "I'd be honored."

Lance is glad he decided to ask a half-baked, un-thought through
question. "I love you, JC."

"I love you, too." JC gives Lance a worried look. "You know that,
right?"

"I totally know that. It's the first thing I think of in the
morning and the last thing I think of at night."

JC smiles. "Good." He places Lance's hand over his heart. "I never
take that for granted, because," he ducks his head, "I know most
people think I'm weird. I sometimes think you'll wake up and
realize that I'm too strange and go away."

"I couldn't. I'm not a whole person alone any more. You're so much
of my past, that I wouldn't know what to do without you. You make
me strong."

"You always were strong," JC says, giving Lance a look of absolute
confidence.

Lance beams. "Thanks. So. You wanna, um. Go on a cruise? See the
sights? Hit the House of Blues? Go to bed with me?"

"Ships give me motion sickness," JC says seriously. His expression
changes into a little grin. "And I'm not really all that tired."

Lance pouts prettily. "Fine. See if I ever help you sneak around
those 'keep off the grass' signs again."

JC gives him a wide-eyed look. "But they put the signs there for a
*reason*. It's disrespectful to ignore them. They sit there and
look at you all accusingly."

"I know. I tried to tell you that. But you *insisted* that that was
the softest grass and we had to have our picnic there."

"It was."

"It was indeed." Lance kisses JC. "You taste like cinnamon."

"You taste like Lance."

Lance grins. "Is that good?"

"You're my favorite flavor."

"You're mine. All different parts of you. Like this one." Lance
licks JC's neck. "I like that taste."

JC looks at Lance, eyes soft. "You're sweeter."

Lance kisses JC again.

JC kisses Lance carefully, with attention to detail. When Lance
breaks and rests his forehead against his, JC says softly, "We make
love to each other every time we're together. I don't need anything
more than that."

Lance doesn't manage to stop the quiet whine of protest. He blushes
and giggles. "Sorry."

"You're trying to tell me you need more than that," JC says. "It's
all right."

"Well, no. I don't *need* more than that. Not at all. I think I'd
like it, but I don't need it. I'm happy, C. I'll be happy even if
we don't go further than we have."

JC considers this for a while, then eventually shakes his head.
"No, you're not. You wouldn't have said anything if you were."

"I wouldn't have asked the question if I wasn't curious," Lance
agrees. "But I really am satisfied."

"I want you to be happy."

"I want you to be happy."

"I am. With you."

"Good."

JC untangles himself gracefully from Lance, standing up, then
offers him a hand. "Come to bed with me?"

Lance takes JC's hand and follows him into the house.

JC silently leads Lance by the hand into their bedroom. When the
door closes behind them, he stands there and looks at Lance for a
long time, as if impressing exactly how he looks at this moment in
his mind. Then he takes Lance's face in his hands and starts
kissing him all over again, but different from before. With intent
now.

He expected to be nervous. He's not. Lance loves JC, and he wants
to do this, wants to show JC love with his body. He's not nervous,
just excited and a tiny bit shy. Still, he sets his hands on JC's
hips and sways to the silent music with him. His tongue moves with
JC's. His fingertips feel JC's skin.

When Lance's fingers start moving under the hem of his shirt, JC
pulls it off, offering himself to Lance's touch.

Lance doesn't take. He can see something not happy in JC. He makes
every touch about giving something to JC. "I love you."

"Love you, too, sweetheart," JC whispers.

"I love you with my *body*," Lance mumbles, dipping his head to
suck JC's chest.

"Ssh," JC says. "I know." He strokes Lance's sides with delicate
touches, head thrown back as Lance's mouth moves over him.

Hours or seconds later, they're lying on the bed. Lance's still in
just his speedos, and JC's hand over his heart is perhaps the
sexiest thing he's ever felt.

JC kisses Lance's throat, then his chest, then his stomach. He
doesn't know how non-virgin Lance needs to feel to be happy, but JC
knows how to do this. He lowers his head to Lance's speedos and
starts mouthing at the hard shape underneath.

Lance moans his hands lifting to drift across JC's curls. "Oh,
baby. So good." And it is. He's stupidly close already. Six months
of built up fantasies coming true will do that.

JC sucks at him, first on one part of his shaft, then picking up
his head and moving down to apply suction to another part.

Lance squirms on the bed, eyes closed. "JC, oh... so nice." He
doesn't know what to say, what to do with his hands. He laughs a
little. "You're too good to me," he mumbles.

JC smiles. "No such thing as being too good to you." He peels back
the edge of the speedos, where Lance's cock is already starting to
protrude, freeing it. He waits for a second, to let Lance adjust to
the new sensation, then lowers his head and surrounds Lance with
the warm heat of his mouth.

Lance gasps, eyes staring at nothing. He moans and starts moving
his hips in a tiny way. He keeps forgetting to breathe.

JC doesn't hurry or rush him. Just lets Lance enjoy the feeling of
his mouth. It's a nice feeling. Lance deserves to get to enjoy it.

"I'm gonna... C! I'm..."

JC hums to let Lance know that it's all right.

Lance comes. His whole body explodes, which is a little scary and
a lot pleasurable. As he comes back to himself, he's aware only of
his heartbeat and JC. That's more pleasurable.

JC keeps humming and sucking until Lance pushes weakly at him. Then
he sits up and lies down next to Lance, snuggling under a limp arm.

Lance finally turns to JC, kissing him. "Okay, that's cool. I can
taste..." He grins. "My turn?"

"If you want to. You don't have to."

"I want to. Um. I wanna try. I won't be very good, I bet." He
grins, then reaches down to open JC's pants.

"Baby, you already are fantastic. You don't need to be anything
more than you already are."

"But I want to." So he does. He's clumsy and awkward, but he
manages to do some things right, he thinks. JC makes happy sounds
and Lance makes happy sounds back, mouth full.

JC is a little embarrassed by his reaction, but he pulls Lance up
to cover him, kissing him open-mouthed. "Thank you so much,
sweetheart," he says, hands roaming over Lance's back.

Lance moans. "God. I want to do that all the time."

JC giggles. "Okay."

Lance laughs back. "We good now?"

"Weren't we before?"

"We *better* now?"

JC strokes Lance's back. "I don't know." He pulls his head back to
look at Lance. "Do you feel better now?"

"Well, I'm less likely to jump on you and start humping."

JC considers. "I wouldn't like that very much."

"I don't think I would either."

"Then why would you do it?"

"Because I have too many hormones?"

"Maybe."  JC considers Lance carefully.  "Do you understand what I
mean though?  About not wanting it to be sex?  Because I like
making love with you, but it's very important to me that it not be
the other."

"I understand.  There always has the be to love, the emotion behind
it.  I think that's good."

"Good," JC says, satisfied that he hasn't damaged Lance by giving
in to him.  Love has only ever felt right with Lance and it would
kill him to ruin that.

"So.  Will you make love with me?"

"We just did."

"I mean later.  Again.  You will, right?"

"Oh."  JC relaxes.  "Yes.  We can do that."

"Good.  Because I love being with you any way at all, but I like
making love, too.  I like how it feels to know I made you feel so
good."

JC smiles.  "That's the way it's supposed to be."

"Then we're perfect."

JC nuzzles Lance.  "Yes.  We are."