I wrote a little something in celebration of the day. A very little something, but here it is.
Lance could have been bored, sitting there waiting for the crew to finish setting up for the German television interview, but he wasn’t. Chris was keeping him entertained by playing with Justin and JC like they were all five years old.
Joey laughed into one of the cameras as Chris pretended to be a train and run over Justin, whom JC had “tied” to the “tracks.” He shook his head, saying, “And he’s supposed to be the grownup one.”
Watching from off to one side, well out of harm’s way, Lance snickered. Chris was
the grownup one. Joey had no idea how much of an adult Chris could be, when he was properly motivated.
Chris came out of the bathroom, adjusting the towel around his waist, talking a mile a minute. “Did you see what JC did to Justin this afternoon? Was that the crappiest dinner we’ve had all week, or what? Did you get a load of Lynn’s face when that waitress tried to flash her tits at Jo…” he trailed off when he saw Lance sprawled naked on one of the narrow single beds in their hotel room, his head tilted back against the headboard, eyes closed. A tiny smirk played around the corner of his mouth and Chris’s eyes narrowed as they traveled down the length of Lance’s body. There were acres of pale golden skin spread out in front of him. Lance’s slender fingers were wrapped around his cock, just holding it, not moving. He sighed softly and shifted his hips restlessly, his eyelids fluttering. Chris’s mouth went dry and his towel dropped unnoticed to the floor. “Jesus, Lance,” he breathed.
Lance grinned then, but he still didn’t open his eyes. He ran his fingertips delicately over the head of his dick, just once. “Mmm.”
“You fucker,” Chris shook his head fondly as he made his way over to the bed.
Lance cracked open one eye and peered up at Chris through his eyelashes. “Come on Chris. It’s my turn to play train.”
Later, as Chris moved over him, thrusting slow and nasty enough that Lance could barely catch his breath, he sent up a little prayer of gratitude that Chris could be a grownup when he put his mind to it.