'Butterfly' Real Person Slash- Lance/Justin Rated: R
Title: Butterfly
Author: homo_genius A.K.A. pikapika217 A.K.A. CosmicPudding
Pairing: Real Person Slash: Lance Bass/Justin timberlake
Rating: R
Summary:
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. anymore. damn that Repo man!
Author's note: written for a great friend blueboxers for fic_requests. Title inspired by the Perfume song
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Title: Butterfly
Pairing: real person slash - Lance Bass/Justin Timberlake
Rated: R
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Butterfly............Butterfly
The driving synth beat filled the room, amplifying itself by bouncing off the walls. Not that he minded much. He's still not sure why he let drag him to a gay club, especially since he was only in town for a few days, and would rather catch up with him over some hoops, or maybe just old movies, like they used to on the road. He might of said something, if Lance hadn't started dancing.
Or at least, he thought this person was Lance. He looked enough like the Lance he knew, but Lance never danced like that. With overt, sexual grinding and lots of moving up and down, as if he was working a pole in a strip joint. But there he was, working it harder than any auditioning dancer he'd seen in quite a while, matching the driving beat of the drum beat for beat. Since when was Lance at all like this? Or was he always like this and he hadn't noticed. He'd never paid that much to how Lance danced before, but he had his FULL attention at that moment. For some reason, it made him.....jealous to watch him going at it all alone. But not in a 'I wish I could do that' way, in another way he couldn't really place.
He watched him a bit more before he decided that they should head out and catch up a proper way. He could see the stares of the other guys in the club as they saw the two of them there. So, he innocently went to pull him off the floor, but when he got close, Lance took it as a smybol to dance on him, instead of leaing the floor. Not that Justin minded much. In fact, he loved it. He wasn't sure how to dance with another guy, so he just swayed a bit, resting his right arm accross Lance's torso, and trying to find a rhythm to keep in time with. Lance, meanwhile, was really going to town on him. He'd danced like this before, with women, more times than he could count but they all paled in comparison to this. Those were great, when done right.
This? This was heaven. He still wasn't sure if this was still the same Lance, but he liked this new one. Coming out had really freed him, it seems, because he truly never seen Lance like this. He blended in with the other dancers on the floor, but to him, because it was Lance, he was SO much better. Right as he got completely lost to the sensations, the song ended and Lance was dragging him back to the bar. now in the better light, he just looked at Lance noticing things he never bothered to check out before, like how nicely his jeans fit him, and the tight shirt that showed the soft nipples underneath.
"What?" Lance asked when their drinks got there, a confused smile on his face.
"And, where exactly did you learned to dance like that?" Justin asked, hoping he sounded more amused than aroused.
"Oh that?" He responded, in what seemed like complete shock. "I had taken a belly dancing class a few weeks back, just for fun. Why?"
"No reason. You just seem different, is all"
"I feel different. coming out's allowed me to live like I've always wanted to. I do things like take a belly dancing class or go to a club like this without havign to worry about if it got out or having to justify it. It's so liberating to not have to care."
Lance smiled at the bartender then, so he didn't notice when Justin had moved closer to him. He would've said something, if Justin's hands hadn't found thier way to the small of his back, or his lips to Lance's neck. "Uh, Justin....we can't do this. not here, at least"
They'd messed around a few times when on the road, but only when they had a bus to themselves, and even then, it was kissing, barely. But that was so many years ago, in private and here they were in a public club. Given, it was a dark club, but still, there was a risk.
"Why not?"
"People can see. didn't you just make fun of JC for going all sorts of places with his new boyfriend? this moment, while great a lot more exposure than theirs could ever be. combined." Justin was suprised at how well Lance could articulate while his neck was being practically swallowed. Justin was losing his touch. Still, he had to agree.
"So much for being liberated" He remarked, as Lance tugged him along to the exit, and to Lance's car.
"I am liberated. I just have a few fun things I got from a catalouge, and would rather try them out with you there, instead of make out in the back of the club. Unless, you don't wan-"
"How fast is this car?" Justin had given up on disguising his lust, and instead started to embrace it. Lance wasn't the only liberated one, you know.
"Fast enough" Lance replied, speeding down to the highway, to his apartment, a michevous glint in his eyes.
He was definitely more liberated, justin thought, and he couldn't wait to see just how much more so.
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I liked this a bit. I'm a little unsure of it though, and yes it's set in the 'Just so you know' AU verse. LOVE that AU verse! I like the idea of Lance just being wild! of being the seductive submissive one in public, then really taking charge in the bedroom (bottom!Justin forever! represent.) What about you?
Anyway, that's all for now.
Til the next fic,
Bye Bye!
Author: homo_genius A.K.A. pikapika217 A.K.A. CosmicPudding
Pairing: Real Person Slash: Lance Bass/Justin timberlake
Rating: R
Summary:
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. anymore. damn that Repo man!
Author's note: written for a great friend blueboxers for fic_requests. Title inspired by the Perfume song
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Title: Butterfly
Pairing: real person slash - Lance Bass/Justin Timberlake
Rated: R
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Butterfly............Butterfly
The driving synth beat filled the room, amplifying itself by bouncing off the walls. Not that he minded much. He's still not sure why he let drag him to a gay club, especially since he was only in town for a few days, and would rather catch up with him over some hoops, or maybe just old movies, like they used to on the road. He might of said something, if Lance hadn't started dancing.
Or at least, he thought this person was Lance. He looked enough like the Lance he knew, but Lance never danced like that. With overt, sexual grinding and lots of moving up and down, as if he was working a pole in a strip joint. But there he was, working it harder than any auditioning dancer he'd seen in quite a while, matching the driving beat of the drum beat for beat. Since when was Lance at all like this? Or was he always like this and he hadn't noticed. He'd never paid that much to how Lance danced before, but he had his FULL attention at that moment. For some reason, it made him.....jealous to watch him going at it all alone. But not in a 'I wish I could do that' way, in another way he couldn't really place.
He watched him a bit more before he decided that they should head out and catch up a proper way. He could see the stares of the other guys in the club as they saw the two of them there. So, he innocently went to pull him off the floor, but when he got close, Lance took it as a smybol to dance on him, instead of leaing the floor. Not that Justin minded much. In fact, he loved it. He wasn't sure how to dance with another guy, so he just swayed a bit, resting his right arm accross Lance's torso, and trying to find a rhythm to keep in time with. Lance, meanwhile, was really going to town on him. He'd danced like this before, with women, more times than he could count but they all paled in comparison to this. Those were great, when done right.
This? This was heaven. He still wasn't sure if this was still the same Lance, but he liked this new one. Coming out had really freed him, it seems, because he truly never seen Lance like this. He blended in with the other dancers on the floor, but to him, because it was Lance, he was SO much better. Right as he got completely lost to the sensations, the song ended and Lance was dragging him back to the bar. now in the better light, he just looked at Lance noticing things he never bothered to check out before, like how nicely his jeans fit him, and the tight shirt that showed the soft nipples underneath.
"What?" Lance asked when their drinks got there, a confused smile on his face.
"And, where exactly did you learned to dance like that?" Justin asked, hoping he sounded more amused than aroused.
"Oh that?" He responded, in what seemed like complete shock. "I had taken a belly dancing class a few weeks back, just for fun. Why?"
"No reason. You just seem different, is all"
"I feel different. coming out's allowed me to live like I've always wanted to. I do things like take a belly dancing class or go to a club like this without havign to worry about if it got out or having to justify it. It's so liberating to not have to care."
Lance smiled at the bartender then, so he didn't notice when Justin had moved closer to him. He would've said something, if Justin's hands hadn't found thier way to the small of his back, or his lips to Lance's neck. "Uh, Justin....we can't do this. not here, at least"
They'd messed around a few times when on the road, but only when they had a bus to themselves, and even then, it was kissing, barely. But that was so many years ago, in private and here they were in a public club. Given, it was a dark club, but still, there was a risk.
"Why not?"
"People can see. didn't you just make fun of JC for going all sorts of places with his new boyfriend? this moment, while great a lot more exposure than theirs could ever be. combined." Justin was suprised at how well Lance could articulate while his neck was being practically swallowed. Justin was losing his touch. Still, he had to agree.
"So much for being liberated" He remarked, as Lance tugged him along to the exit, and to Lance's car.
"I am liberated. I just have a few fun things I got from a catalouge, and would rather try them out with you there, instead of make out in the back of the club. Unless, you don't wan-"
"How fast is this car?" Justin had given up on disguising his lust, and instead started to embrace it. Lance wasn't the only liberated one, you know.
"Fast enough" Lance replied, speeding down to the highway, to his apartment, a michevous glint in his eyes.
He was definitely more liberated, justin thought, and he couldn't wait to see just how much more so.
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I liked this a bit. I'm a little unsure of it though, and yes it's set in the 'Just so you know' AU verse. LOVE that AU verse! I like the idea of Lance just being wild! of being the seductive submissive one in public, then really taking charge in the bedroom (bottom!Justin forever! represent.) What about you?
Anyway, that's all for now.
Til the next fic,
Bye Bye!