Pairing: JC and Lance
Words: miserly; chaste; lime; charisma


"Chastity is overrated."

"And your point is?"

"I wanna eat lime jello off your stomach?"

JC's awake now.  He rolls over.  He sees Lance sitting there on the
side of the bed with a mischievous look in his eyes.  "Not fair,"
JC says, eyes narrowing.  "You're not supposed to use sex to get me
up."

"Why not?  It works."

"But now everyone's going to laugh at me for being turned on."  JC
pouts.  "I hate that."

"I'll get you turned off, baby.  You know I always will."

"What about yesterday?  Or last week?  Or that time in San
Francisco?"

"I offered.  Not my fault you won't do it in public places."

JC sniffs, still pouting, and gets out of bed.

Lance wraps his arms around JC's waist.  "C'mere and I'll blow
you," he says soothingly.

JC doesn't pull away, but he doesn't come back to the bed either. 
"I don't want that."

"What do you want?" Lance asks softly.

"You started it.  You should know," JC says with a snort, but he's
a sucker for Lance when he's caring and Lance knows it too.

"Baby, you know I'll do anything for you.  What do you want?"

"What you said.  That you were going to lick my stomach."  JC looks
at Lance.  "And.  I think you should fuck me while you do."

"Oh.  Sure.  Lay down.  I've got jello in the fridge."  Lance isn't
exactly sure what kind of flexibility it'll take to lick JC's
stomach and fuck him, but he'll certainly try.

"There doesn't have to be jello.  That's..." JC screws up his nose,
"sticky.  Icky.  But you have to lick me."

"Not a problem."  Lance eases JC back onto the bed.  "I like to
lick you."

"You mean it?"

"Duh."

JC smiles wide at Lance.  "Okay.  You're forgiven."

Lance grins and pushes JC down, licking ever single part of him
before starting the fucking part of the deal.  And then he keeps
licking, trying his best to get all the way down to JC's stomach. 
Or maybe even suck him at the same time.  That'd be cool.

JC giggles when Lance licks his navel, but once the sex seriously
starts, he doesn't care so much as long as Lance's mouth is on him
somewhere.  Wet, open and sucking.

Lance manages to fuck JC's navel at the same time as he fucks his
ass.  That's the best he can do for now.

When Lance comes, JC stretches out all over like he just came, too,
and relaxes, closing his eyes and purring.

Lance slides down, sucking JC's cock into his mouth.

"Oh!"  JC says.  "Oh!"

Lance swallows, because nice boys do.

JC pulls Lance up and kisses him thoroughly, then rolls over and
lays on him, preparatory to going back to sleep.

Lance strokes JC's back.  "Forgive me, baby?"

"Mmm?"

"For being all miserly with the sleeping time?"

"Mmm."

"You forgive me?"

"Mmm."

"JC?"

"Mmm."

"Will you fuck me later?"

JC's head jerks and he looks up.  "What?  Yes?"

"Really?" Lance asks, excitedly.

"Uh huh," JC says more certainly, now that he's sure that wasn't a
dream.  He lifts up, inching his body over Lance's.  "Now's good."

"Right now?  You're tired now."

"Now's good," JC says, single-minded in his pursuit of sex.

"Oh.  Okay.  Now works for me."

"Good," JC says seriously, looking down into Lance's eyes. 
"Because if this was just a mean trick to get me awake again, I was
going to be very very mad."

"Um, no.  Not at all.  If you move your leg, I'll put my knees by
my ears, just to prove it."

"You won't try to get away?"

"Hell, no."

"Good," JC says, and moves his leg so Lance can move his.  "Unless
you want to try."  He grins.  "Because that could be fun, too."

"Next time.  Wanna get fucked right now."

"I can do that," JC assures him, and spreads Lance wide.  "Mmm,
pretty wide, nice deep.  Yes."

Lance blushes.  JC's just being his usual self, but... Lance is
thrillingly embarrassed.

JC pushes his fingers inside Lance, watching him disappear.  "Hot,
deep.  Wanting."

Lance blushes harder.  "J*C*!" he gasps.

"Hmm?" JC asks, pulling them out and pushing them back in again, as
Lance takes them.  JC watches Lance's dick get harder.  "You like
it."

"Yes.  I like you."

JC looks up quickly at that.  "Like this?" he asks, and then he's
sinking himself into Lance.  "Deep, good.  Never gonna stop.  Never
want to.  Ever ever ever."

Lance bites JC's shoulder and then suddenly there's nothing but the
really good way JC fits in him and makes him moan.

"Oh.  Beautiful noises.  Beautiful, beautiful Lance.  Want you."

"You're having me," Lance says with amusement in his voice.

JC bites Lance, then twists his hips and fucks him harder, so Lance
will stop talking and make those sounds again.

Lance growls and, since he can't take JC, makes JC take him harder.

JC shows none of his famous charisma as he growls back and takes
Lance.

Lance bangs his head on the wall and elbows JC in the head.  JC
pinches the skin of his hips and nearly knees him in the groin. 
Lance snickers at their lack of coordination.  But he's smiling as
he comes.

JC sighs and collapses onto Lance, tucking his head into Lance's
shoulder.

Lance sighs easing his cramped legs down.  "Nice baby."

JC purrs.

Lance slides JC off to the side a little and stretches hard.  Then
he yelps as his foot cramps.  "Damn damn damn."

JC drifts back over, nuzzling Lance's shoulder.  "You okay?"

Lance grits his teeth and flexes his foot, wiggling.  "Owwie."

JC keeps nuzzling.  "What's wrong?"

"Foot cramp."

"Mmm."  JC bends himself and moves until he's lying the other way
around on the bed, and starts massaging Lance's foot, eyes closed.

Lance moans happily.  "Damn, C.  You're a good man."

"Love you," JC says, and keeps rubbing.

Lance lays his face against JC's foot and smiles.  "Love you, too."

JC's rubbing gets slower and slower as he falls back to sleep.

Lance decides JC is brilliant, and follows him to sleep.