Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 10:27:35 -0400
From: Kathrine <storykath@operamail.com>
Subject: Morning mood - Justin and Lance

Legal disclaimer: this is not meant to imply anything about the sexuality
or the personal lives of NSync's Justin Timberlake and Lance Bass. This is
fiction, and strictly for fun! If it's illegal for you in any way to read
this, then don't.

Author's note: this is my first story on Nifty, hope you all will enjoy
it. It will maybe be featured in another story of mine later, slightly
altered. But for now it will just be this short scene. (Unless, of course,
someone really wants to see what happens when Lance decides to get back at
Justin!) Oh, and this is for you, Greta! How's that visual image of Lance
in chains coming along now? He he... And also a big hello to the excellent
people at the boybands chatroom. Now you have made me an addict also...
Feedback is always appreciated at storykath@operamail.com. Love and
looneytunes from Kathrine.


                              Morning mood

Justin sat back to admire his work. Beside him in the bed was Lance, still
sleeping.  Looking all peaceful and angelic. Chained by the wrists to the
headbord.  Since he had been feling a little playful all morning, Justin
had decided to go play some with Lance. If he had interpreted the signs
coming from his blonde friend correctly, Lance wouldn't mind at all.  Very
very carefully had Justin locked the handcuffs around Lance's wrists, he
didn't want him to wake up. Not yet. Luckily Lance was lying on his back,
one arm extended, the other one covering his eyes. Something Justin had to
smile a bit about.  Say no evil, hear no evil...see no evil. No evil
intentions, anyway. And they weren't really evil, Justin knew he could
never hurt Lance. Too much.  Lost in his own thoughts he pondered whether
or not to remove Lance's black boxers, but decided to leave them on. It
would be fun to take them off him later.

Lance woke up slowly, the bed was warm and comfortable. He let out a
content sigh and wanted to curl up and sleep on. As he tried to move, he
discovered that something was holding him in the same position. Sleepily he
opened his green eyes, first to find out that his wrists were chained to
the headboard of the bed. Handcuffs held them firmly in place, keeping
Lance on his back, unable to move much. The second thing Lance saw was
Justin sitting beside him, studying him.  When Justin saw that Lance was
awake, he slightly leaned his head to one side and smiled down at
Lance. -You look mighty fine like that, he said, his voice deep. -I can do
everything I want to you now... -What the hell are you doing, Justin? Lance
got out, feeling nervous. -Why have you handcuffed me to the bed? -I wanna
play, that's why, Justin answered and laid down next to Lance. A thin sheet
covered his waist and hips, revealing the naked body underneath.  A shudder
went through Lance's body, he wasn't sure what is was, fear or arousal.
Lance was only wearing a pair of tight-fitting boxers which clung to his
hips and thighs, exposing his current state of mind. Justin kept looking at
him in that strange way. Eyes half-closed, a slight smile, casually laying
beside him in the bed.  -Do I scare you, Lance? he asked, -you look a
little worried, babe. Lance turned his eyes towards Justin. -What's this
about, Justin? he asked, a little unsteady.  -I told you, Justin said and
leaned over him, -I want to play. With you.  He grinned over the way Lance
looked up at him. -Have I confused you now, Scoop?  he said. -Don't worry
so much. Let's have some fun...  Lance tugged at his restraints again, but
knew they were too solid to break.  The handcuffs were metal, but not so
tight that they would hurt his wrists. He was confined to his bed, totally
at Justin's mercy. His heart was beating wildly. In his mind Lance went
over what alternatives he had. If he didn't want this to happen, there were
things he could do to stop it. But the only problem was that he wasn't sure
if he wanted it to end. Being at someone else's mercy like this did things
to his body, deep down Lance was starting to enjoy this.  Justin still
looked thoughtful. -What should I begin with? he asked innocently, letting
his blue eyes roam over Lance's muscular body. -Oh, I know! His smile
became bigger and he leaned in over Lance again. Justin's closeness made
Lance squirm a little, but had to stay where he was. A jolt of lust burned
through his whole body as Justin attacked one of his nipples with his
mouth. Roughly he let his tongue caress it, planting little kisses on
Lance's chest. His actions had Lance moaning, then gasping in pain as
Justin bit down hard. But the pain didn't make the passion any lesser, in
fact it deepened it. Justin didn't wait for the pain to subside before
rubbing over the erect nipple with his fingers, making Lance groan. Now
Justin were letting his hands play with both of Lance's nipples, rubbing
them and sligthly pinching them. -Oh god! Lance got out, feeling the rest
of his body responding to the dark desire. Justin's lips were back at his
chest, Lance could feel him nibbling his way up to his neck. The feeling
was almost unbearable.  He stopped before he reached Lance's neck though
and Lance sighed in regret of missing the warm, tingling touch. Instead he
could feel Justin's hand locking slowly around his throat, squeezing just a
little bit. It was nowhere near painful nor stopping him breathing, but the
pressure was still firm and erotic. The thumb rubbed along Lance's earlobe,
Lance was sure Justin could feel how fast his heart was beating.  -You feel
so good, Justin purred, -so hard and muscular, but still so soft and
smooth...  Like silk under me. I think I need to feel more of you.  In a
sudden move he licked across Lance's cheek, nearly touching his lips. Now
Lance was feeling an overwhelming urge to kiss Justin, to have his lips
pressed against his own. Lance's hands clenched in fists, his fingertips
were aching with the need to touch Justin.  Justin's hand was still on his
throat as he licked another time across Lance's cheek, making the skin
wet. But now he didn't stop before touching Lance's lips, he tasted them
greedily.  Lance was going wild with desire, he needed to kiss Justin, he
needed Justin to continue to do what he did to Lance's body. Every
inhibition was long since forgotten.  Without warning Justin claimed
Lance's lips with his own, forcing them open with his tongue. The kiss was
hard and lustful, the roughness made Lance whimper. But he didn't want it
to be any other way.  During the kiss Justin let his free hand slide down
the side of Lance's chest, scraping his skin with his fingernails. First
the touch would be light, amost ticklish.  Then it lingered on the edge of
pain and before it got too bad, Justin's touch was feather-like again,
making Lance want more. Justin pulled himself on top of Lance, tossing the
sheet aside. Lance felt his heart jump at the sight of Justin's
well-defined, hard body, the sensations when Justin was on top of him was
intoxicating.  While still kissing Lance, Justin let his hands slide over
Lance's shoulders, over onto his arms. Sliding them upwards until he
reached Lance's wrists, pinning him even more effectively to the bed. He
could hear Lance let out a deep moan as Justin pushed his hips down,
grinding them against Lance's. Justin's lips were tasting Lance neck now
and his hand were travelling down his stomach. It reached down between
their bodies and Justin let it knead Lance's groin thoroughly. He smiled as
he could feel Lance thrust back at the palm of his hand.  Again Justin
looked into Lance's eyes. It always amazed him how they would darken with
passion, but still had that intense sparkle. He kept his caresses lighter
now, not wanting to end their playing just yet. -Do you like the way I'm
touching you, Lance?  he asked slowly. -Yeah, Lance managed to get
out. This was feeling too good, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out
much longer. Even if Justin were hardly touching now, Lance was more turned
on than he had ever been.  Justin's hand moved up a little, and he hooked
his thumb in the waistline of Lance's boxers. -You think I should take this
off? he asked teasingly. -Would you like to feel my hands on your naked
skin? The boxer was pushed down some more, Justin's thumb were an inch away
from touching the center of Lance's arousal. -Yes, he panted, trying to
move so he could feel more of Justin. -Let me feel you, Justin, he begged,
-please...  -Tell me to undress you, Justin whispered seductively. -Take
them off me, Lance said obeying his lover, he lost his patience. -Just get
them off me, Justin, you're driving me crazy! The sound of Justin laughing
softly came from near his ear. -As you will, babe, he said and yanked the
underwear down and pulled it off Lance's body. When he put his hand back on
Lance, Lance felt as he would melt at the mere touch.  Justin pulled back a
little, making Lance look up at him. -Just enjoying looking at you, Lance,
Justin said, -god, you're beautiful... The unexpected words had Lance
blushing a little. The blush became worse when Justin gently pulled himself
back on top of lance, letting their hot erections meet. -Can you feel what
you're doing to me? Justin whispered in Lance's ear. -I want you so bad, I
need to feel you all naked underneath me, I need to be inside
you... Justin's word doubled Lance's pleasure to the point of no return. He
was helping Justin in their desired rhytm as they ground the hips together,
both moaning at the sparks of ecstacy.  -I can't take this much more! Lance
told Justin, his voice hoarse. -I'm close...  -Let it go, baby, Justin
said, -let me help you. Quickly he moved down until he could plant a kiss
on Lance's stomach. Slowly he worked his way down, hearing Lance's ragged
breath and moans. Stopping for a minute Justin let himself take a good look
at Lance's face. Lance's eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted. When
Justin brushed his finger over one of his nipples, Lance bit down on his
lower lip, pressing his body against Justin's touch.  Justin took hold of
Lance's hips, keeping him still. Then he took all of Lance in his mouth at
once. Lance wasn't even aware of the fact that he was screaming Justin's
name, his whole body trembled in a thousand shocks of pleasure. The warm,
wet mouth around him had him stripped of all selfcontrol. He tried to move,
to deepen the amazing feeling, but Justin was holding him down.  Knowing
that what he did drove Lance closer to his climax by the second, Justin
kept up a steady rhytm. He let his tongue play around Lance's hardness, all
the way up and then back to the base. All over him, finding every sensitive
spot, Justin were touching erogenous zones Lance never knew
existed. Smiling naughtily, Justin stuck a finger in his mouth coating it
with his own spit. After spending some enjoyable moments tickling the
inside of Lance's thighs, Justin went down on Lance again and let one
finger enter him at the same time. -Oh my god! Lance exclaimed, -oh,
Justin...!  Justin's reply was an quicker pace, putting all his efforts
into sending Lance over the egde. Lance couldn't get out another
understandable word, he was moaning wildly as Justin let another finger
join the first one. The thought of something else opening him that way,
making him scream in ecstacy, pushed him even closer.

Rushes of agonizing pleasure surged through his body, making him trash
about on the bed. Justin never let up his pace, he rather intensified it,
making an soulshattering ecstatic sensation explode in Lance. His body
tensed up, he could hardly breathe.  Justin's mouth were replaced by his
hand, Lance hardly noticed. Lost in desire he could feel Justin parting his
legs, guiding them into the wanted position.  In a haze of lust Lance felt
Justin kiss him on his sweaty forehead and heard him say: -I'm gonna fuck
you breathless, darling...  Justin was inside him in one smooth movement,
causing a strained groan from Lance.  That was all it took. The feeling of
Justin inside him sent him off into the most powerful climax he had
experienced. He thrust his hips up against Justin's, wanting him deeper
inside him. Justin's hand was still caressing him, the natural lubrication
adding a slickness to his actions that heightened every sensation.  Lance
felt like he was on the verge of blacking out when he finally sank back
into the pillows, breathing hard. Being totally spent he just wanted to
sleep, he closed his eyes.  -Not quite yet, honey, a voice broke into his
thoughts, -we're not quite finished yet.  Slowly Lance opened his eyes to
meet Justin's. -I think I'll have to make you wake up a little, Justin
decided. After a quick kiss on Lance's lips, he pulled back some and thrust
back into Lance. Deep and hard, all the way in. Lance had never felt
anythng similar. Whatever pain there had been, disappered in raw lust as
Lance met everyone of Justin's thrust. Justin bent down and kissed Lance
until he felt dizzy.  -You're the best, babe, he moaned in Lance's
ear. -Damn, you're good!  -I want you deeper inside me, Lance said, showing
Justin with his body what he wanted. He was all hard again now, and
couldn't get enough of Justin's powerful thrusts deep inside him, making
him shiver in burning hot passion. -Fuck me, Justin.  Hard. -Anything for
you, Justin answered and let his body be pulled from Lance's a second
before coming back with re-newed force.  Both were lost in ecstacy, Justin
slammed into Lance time after time, pushing them towards the egde. Justin
were clenching his teeth together trying to keep up the hard pace, his body
neared it's reward. Lance were groaning at each trust, a sexy, throaty
sound.  After a little while Justin could feel Lance`s body tightening up
and felt him bite down on his left shoulder. One last thrust and he joined
his lover, letting a scream rip through the air as he came. He embraced
Lance, feeling their bodies trembling together in exquisite pleasure. It
felt like it would never end, like they would be locked together in ecstacy
forever.  Not willing to leave the warm body underneath him, Justin
rummaged around on the nightstand a little and got out the key to the
handcuffs.  Lazily he removed them and Lance was free to move
again. Something he for the moment wasn't interested in. Instead he
snuggled closer to Justin and closed his eyes.  Justin moved so he were
laying beside Lance, in order to let the smaller man breathe.  With a
small, sleepy smile he felt Lance forming his body after Justin's, arms
around Justin's chest, face against his neck. Justin had his arms tightly
wrapped around Lance.  -I love you, Scoop, he whispered. -Mmm, Lance
answered, feeling satisfied and cozy, -love you too. And with that, they
both fell asleep, exhausted after their long morning-adventure.