Vegas Follows You Home Ch8 (Lance/Justin Kevin/Nick)
Vegas Follows You Home Chapter 8
Sequel to What Happens In Vegas... Well Not Always
Author: David/blueboxers
Pairing: Kevin/Nick, Lance/Justin
Beta'd by: moonsparkletear
What Happens In Vegas... Well Not Always
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7
Vegas Follows You Home Chapter
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
Surprises From Vegas
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11
Chapter 8
Justin stood in the kitchen doorway, wearing a wifebeater with blue jeans, and saw Lance working on a laptop while talking on the phone. He took in Lance's profile for a moment before letting his blue eyes travel down his lover's body. Lance looked good in a tight gray t-shirt and green board shorts.
"Uh-huh... Yes, it's perfect... You will love it. .. I'm telling you, that's the perfect house for-" Lance bragged into the phone as he clicked the mouse button over and over. His ears turned pink when he realized that he wasn't alone anymore. "Look, I have to go. I'll email you the links and you can contact the realtors when you see I'm right."
Justin smiled because his boyfriend was so confident about everything.
"Mark my words... Ok, I'll see you soon." Lance hung up the phone and, with a few clicks of the mouse button, sent the email. Before Justin could see what was on the screen, Lance quickly shut down his blue laptop.
"Should I be worried?"
"Jealous much?"
"Of someone trying to take my man? Always. You're hot." Justin leaned down over Lance.
Lance quickly leaned up, filling the gap between them, and kissed Justin. "You never have to worry about me leaving you. No one could ever compare."
"So, who was that?"
"A friend."
"A friend?"
"Yes, just a friend who wants to move down here. I'm checking out some houses here and gave him a few suggestions." Lance didn't want to give away too much of his surprise. He knew Justin had a big mouth and Justin did more than suck dick with it. His lover couldn't keep a secret. Lance knew he had to change the subject.
"Speaking of friends, how's Nicky doing?"
*groan* "Moping... then day dreaming, then crying, and then hard as hell. I think this porn star really took Nicky for a ride and he's hooked. He's fallen and fallen hard... No that I can blame Nicky, because that guy is smokin'."
"Hotter than me?" Lance gripped the front of Justin's wife beater and pulled the curly haired blonde down until their noses were barely touching. If it wasn't for the smirk on his lips, Justin would have been worried.
"Different hot." Justin knew that if he played his cards right, this could lead to some really hard and fast sex. He loved getting laid in the middle of the day.
"Different?" Lance growled before kissing Justin hard. He stood up, still gripping the front of Justin's wifebeater while they kissed, spun them around and slammed his lover back against the refrigerator.
Lance pulled away from their kiss, smirked at Justin and then ripped Justin's white wifebeater open. He pressed his curly haired lover against the refrigerator with his body before devouring Justin's mouth. Justin's hands gripped the sides of the refrigerator tightly. Both of them closed their eyes as they lost themselves in the kiss. His hands explored Justin's familiar body. Every groan of please was swallowed with a deep hunger.
When Lance pulled back for some air, Justin's chest expanded and contracted to do the same. He did his best to stop panting like a dog. He broke out in a sweat from the intensity of Lance's assault. He opened his blue eyes and say Lance hungrily staring at him, but not at his eyes. He followed Lance's gaze and realized Lance was focusing on his exposed flesh. Justin felt exposed, but realized that it wasn't a bad thing.
"Yes..." Lance said softly as he studied Justin's body, "You look much better without clothing."
Justin closed his eyes as Lance spoke. His hands still gripped the sides of the refrigerator and held his body there. His whole body shook as excitement quaked up his spine. Lance's phone sex voice always had that affect on him.
Justin opened his eyes again when Lance grabbed the top front of his jeans and popped the top button open. Justin's breath was caught in his throat as Lance pulled his jeans open and dragged them down his legs. Justin quickly stepped out of his jeans and was glad he went barefoot this morning. He shook as he stood in just his baby blue boxers, with Lance still fully clothed.
"Turn around," Lance commanded, but Justin didn't respond fast enough. Lance roughly grabbed him by the arms, pulled him away from the refrigerator, forced him to turn facing the refrigerator and then shoved him into it. Justin bent forward and held on to the refrigerator so his face wouldn't hit the door.
"Stay right there," Lance barked at him. Justin heard the distinctive sound of their knick-knack drawer being opened and closed. He made a mental list of things Lance might have taken out. '...string, batteries, candy bar, screwdriver... lube!'
Justin gripped the refrigerator tightly as his boxers were pulled down and his ass was hit with a shot of cold lube. He almost jumped out of his skin from the shock. He rolled his eyes when Lance let loose a deep chuckle and said, "Oops."
"Sorry about that," Lance laughed and slapped Justin on the ass. He quickly lubed himself up, knowing Justin wouldn't need any prep work, since they already fucked in bed this morning. As he slowly stroked his hard dick, Lance took the time to enjoy the view of his boyfriend bent over, naked, ready and willing. He swallowed a laugh as Justin's asshole clinched in anticipation.
Lance clamped his clean hand on Justin's waist, then slipped his lubed hand between Justin's cheeks and rubbed off some of the lube on Justin's entrance. He loved how Justin clinched around his finger, trying to keep him there. He slowly pulled his hand free and took his place behind his lover. He guided himself against Justin's opening and teased his lover by tapping at it with the head of his dick.
Justin groaned in frustration as Lance rubbed at his asshole but didn't push into him. He tried to push back to impale himself on Lance's erection, but received a lubed slap to his ass in response. He whimpered in need. Was Lance really going to make him wait?
Lance pressed lightly against Justin, making sure not to push in, he reached around Justin and grabbed his lover's erection with his lubed hand. He quickly stroked Justin and smirked as Justin's whole body tensed in response. The curly haired blonde was like a puppet for him to manipulate. There wasn't anything like the power in his hands... Well, the power he literally held in his hand.
A jolt of power shot up Lance's spine and back down to his dick. He looked down to watch his dick twitch and throb against Justin's hole. He knew neither of them would last long at this rate. 'Better start now or it will end before we start.'
Justin whimpered when Lance released his aching erection. His disappointment was short lived as the lubed hand joined the other holding him in place and then Lance quickly slammed all the way in to him in one hard thrust. Justin clinched his ass tight around the hard intruder. No matter how many times Lance fucked him, Justin always needed time to get used to it.
Lance didn't give Justin time to get used to his size and quickly pulled all the way out before plunging back in hard. Lance throbbed when Justin gasped and tightened around him, again. He slowly pulled out and pushed in, over and over. Justin's ass fit him like a glove. Holding him each time he pulled out and pushed back in. Justin was his piece of heaven on earth.
Lance quickly found a slow and torturous rhythm for his hips to pump in and out of Justin. He enjoyed a quick moment as his hips made contact with Justin's 'almost not there' ass. He craved the feeling of Justin's ass moving back and forth around his dick. He lost himself in the sensation of in the tight warmth every time they had sex.
Lance dug his fingers into Justin's hips so hard he was sure there were going to be bruises by tomorrow. Sweat formed lightly over both of their straining bodies. Lance's pace quickened as he slid in and out of Justin and the sound of skin slapping skin started to fill the kitchen. He held onto his orgasm as hard as he held Justin's hips by clinching his own 'bass' ass.
Lance drove in and out of him. Justin loved the feeling of Lance filling him and then pulling out, leaving him feeling hollow before his ass closed. He always felt a little weird being slick but still warm up his ass when Lance pulled out. Justin lost that thought when Lance plunged back in and hit his prostate, which made Justin see sparks in his eyes.
Justin loosened his grip on the refrigerator and was rewarded by smacking his head on it when Lance slammed back into him. He groaned when Lance chuckled at that. Justin rested his head on the door and saw his a drop of pre-cum fall from the head of his dick. He watched in awe as his dick throbbed and twitched as Lance hit home.
Justin came hard, spraying white strings of cum onto the floor. He clinched his ass tight to keep Lance against his prostate. He wanted Lance to join in his orgasm and share the pleasure with him.
Lance moaned as Justin milked his dick. He smirked as Justin's gasps of pleasure reached his ears. He smelled Justin's orgasm and could almost taste it. His senses were overloaded and he came deep within his lover.
They both collapsed onto the tiled floor. As Justin came to his senses, he finally realized Lance was still fully dressed... Well, except for Lance's shorts being open. As he looked back to complain, Justin saw Nick standing at the kitchen doorway. Nick slowly backed out of the room and disappeared.
"Now, who's hotter?" Lance growled deeply into Justin's ear.
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"I need you."
"Nick? What's wrong?" Kevin quickly turned off the tapes of wannabe porn stars. He had been reviewing possible twinks to star in his next production. He needed someone to take his place as headliner. There just wasn't anyone that jumped out at him. He needed someone to catch their customer's eyes.
Nick only sobbed into his cell phone. He really didn't know what was wrong. It wasn't like this was the first time he'd walked in on Lance and Justin. Hell, he heard them every time they had sex in the apartment. But this time he felt... something. He couldn't put his finger on it. There was one thing he did know. He needed Kevin.
Kevin took Nick off the speakerphone when he saw heads turn in his direction, through the glass walls of his office. He placed the receiver to his ear and wished he could wipe away Nick's tears. "Shhh... Please, tell me what I can do to help you."
Nick wiped the tears from his face and swallowed a sob. "I-I don't know what's wrong. I-I just know... I just know I need you. God I'm such a dork."
"No, you're... not."
"Wow, that was convincing." Nick started to giggle and Kevin joined him.
"Wow, who knew just talking to you could make me feel better?" Nick smiled as he leaned back on his bed and started to relax.
"I wish I could do more for you. I want to hold you and make all your bad feelings disappear." Kevin turned to face the one non-translucent wall, so that no one in the office could see him smile. He was sure Howie, Brian and AJ had people keeping eyes and ears on him. They think they're being protective, but all they really are is intrusive.
"You do more than you or I can imagine, but I wish you could be here too. Look I know you have things to do. Thank you for indulging me in my drama queen moment." Nick sighed and suddenly felt bad about to calling for something so trivial.
"That's what husbands are for." Kevin mused. He couldn't stop from feeling so happy when he thought about being married to Nick.
Nick closed his eyes and opened his mouth before he could stop himself. "I need you here with me. ...I know you can't but I can't stop needing you."
Before Kevin could reply, Nick hung up on him. He smiled and picked up some real estate printouts. "Soon, I promise..."
The End... of this arc, there will hopefully be another sequel.
The Sequel: Surprises From Vegas Chapter 1
Sequel to What Happens In Vegas... Well Not Always
Author: David/blueboxers
Pairing: Kevin/Nick, Lance/Justin
Beta'd by: moonsparkletear
What Happens In Vegas... Well Not Always
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7
Vegas Follows You Home Chapter
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
Surprises From Vegas
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11
Chapter 8
Justin stood in the kitchen doorway, wearing a wifebeater with blue jeans, and saw Lance working on a laptop while talking on the phone. He took in Lance's profile for a moment before letting his blue eyes travel down his lover's body. Lance looked good in a tight gray t-shirt and green board shorts.
"Uh-huh... Yes, it's perfect... You will love it. .. I'm telling you, that's the perfect house for-" Lance bragged into the phone as he clicked the mouse button over and over. His ears turned pink when he realized that he wasn't alone anymore. "Look, I have to go. I'll email you the links and you can contact the realtors when you see I'm right."
Justin smiled because his boyfriend was so confident about everything.
"Mark my words... Ok, I'll see you soon." Lance hung up the phone and, with a few clicks of the mouse button, sent the email. Before Justin could see what was on the screen, Lance quickly shut down his blue laptop.
"Should I be worried?"
"Jealous much?"
"Of someone trying to take my man? Always. You're hot." Justin leaned down over Lance.
Lance quickly leaned up, filling the gap between them, and kissed Justin. "You never have to worry about me leaving you. No one could ever compare."
"So, who was that?"
"A friend."
"A friend?"
"Yes, just a friend who wants to move down here. I'm checking out some houses here and gave him a few suggestions." Lance didn't want to give away too much of his surprise. He knew Justin had a big mouth and Justin did more than suck dick with it. His lover couldn't keep a secret. Lance knew he had to change the subject.
"Speaking of friends, how's Nicky doing?"
*groan* "Moping... then day dreaming, then crying, and then hard as hell. I think this porn star really took Nicky for a ride and he's hooked. He's fallen and fallen hard... No that I can blame Nicky, because that guy is smokin'."
"Hotter than me?" Lance gripped the front of Justin's wife beater and pulled the curly haired blonde down until their noses were barely touching. If it wasn't for the smirk on his lips, Justin would have been worried.
"Different hot." Justin knew that if he played his cards right, this could lead to some really hard and fast sex. He loved getting laid in the middle of the day.
"Different?" Lance growled before kissing Justin hard. He stood up, still gripping the front of Justin's wifebeater while they kissed, spun them around and slammed his lover back against the refrigerator.
Lance pulled away from their kiss, smirked at Justin and then ripped Justin's white wifebeater open. He pressed his curly haired lover against the refrigerator with his body before devouring Justin's mouth. Justin's hands gripped the sides of the refrigerator tightly. Both of them closed their eyes as they lost themselves in the kiss. His hands explored Justin's familiar body. Every groan of please was swallowed with a deep hunger.
When Lance pulled back for some air, Justin's chest expanded and contracted to do the same. He did his best to stop panting like a dog. He broke out in a sweat from the intensity of Lance's assault. He opened his blue eyes and say Lance hungrily staring at him, but not at his eyes. He followed Lance's gaze and realized Lance was focusing on his exposed flesh. Justin felt exposed, but realized that it wasn't a bad thing.
"Yes..." Lance said softly as he studied Justin's body, "You look much better without clothing."
Justin closed his eyes as Lance spoke. His hands still gripped the sides of the refrigerator and held his body there. His whole body shook as excitement quaked up his spine. Lance's phone sex voice always had that affect on him.
Justin opened his eyes again when Lance grabbed the top front of his jeans and popped the top button open. Justin's breath was caught in his throat as Lance pulled his jeans open and dragged them down his legs. Justin quickly stepped out of his jeans and was glad he went barefoot this morning. He shook as he stood in just his baby blue boxers, with Lance still fully clothed.
"Turn around," Lance commanded, but Justin didn't respond fast enough. Lance roughly grabbed him by the arms, pulled him away from the refrigerator, forced him to turn facing the refrigerator and then shoved him into it. Justin bent forward and held on to the refrigerator so his face wouldn't hit the door.
"Stay right there," Lance barked at him. Justin heard the distinctive sound of their knick-knack drawer being opened and closed. He made a mental list of things Lance might have taken out. '...string, batteries, candy bar, screwdriver... lube!'
Justin gripped the refrigerator tightly as his boxers were pulled down and his ass was hit with a shot of cold lube. He almost jumped out of his skin from the shock. He rolled his eyes when Lance let loose a deep chuckle and said, "Oops."
"Sorry about that," Lance laughed and slapped Justin on the ass. He quickly lubed himself up, knowing Justin wouldn't need any prep work, since they already fucked in bed this morning. As he slowly stroked his hard dick, Lance took the time to enjoy the view of his boyfriend bent over, naked, ready and willing. He swallowed a laugh as Justin's asshole clinched in anticipation.
Lance clamped his clean hand on Justin's waist, then slipped his lubed hand between Justin's cheeks and rubbed off some of the lube on Justin's entrance. He loved how Justin clinched around his finger, trying to keep him there. He slowly pulled his hand free and took his place behind his lover. He guided himself against Justin's opening and teased his lover by tapping at it with the head of his dick.
Justin groaned in frustration as Lance rubbed at his asshole but didn't push into him. He tried to push back to impale himself on Lance's erection, but received a lubed slap to his ass in response. He whimpered in need. Was Lance really going to make him wait?
Lance pressed lightly against Justin, making sure not to push in, he reached around Justin and grabbed his lover's erection with his lubed hand. He quickly stroked Justin and smirked as Justin's whole body tensed in response. The curly haired blonde was like a puppet for him to manipulate. There wasn't anything like the power in his hands... Well, the power he literally held in his hand.
A jolt of power shot up Lance's spine and back down to his dick. He looked down to watch his dick twitch and throb against Justin's hole. He knew neither of them would last long at this rate. 'Better start now or it will end before we start.'
Justin whimpered when Lance released his aching erection. His disappointment was short lived as the lubed hand joined the other holding him in place and then Lance quickly slammed all the way in to him in one hard thrust. Justin clinched his ass tight around the hard intruder. No matter how many times Lance fucked him, Justin always needed time to get used to it.
Lance didn't give Justin time to get used to his size and quickly pulled all the way out before plunging back in hard. Lance throbbed when Justin gasped and tightened around him, again. He slowly pulled out and pushed in, over and over. Justin's ass fit him like a glove. Holding him each time he pulled out and pushed back in. Justin was his piece of heaven on earth.
Lance quickly found a slow and torturous rhythm for his hips to pump in and out of Justin. He enjoyed a quick moment as his hips made contact with Justin's 'almost not there' ass. He craved the feeling of Justin's ass moving back and forth around his dick. He lost himself in the sensation of in the tight warmth every time they had sex.
Lance dug his fingers into Justin's hips so hard he was sure there were going to be bruises by tomorrow. Sweat formed lightly over both of their straining bodies. Lance's pace quickened as he slid in and out of Justin and the sound of skin slapping skin started to fill the kitchen. He held onto his orgasm as hard as he held Justin's hips by clinching his own 'bass' ass.
Lance drove in and out of him. Justin loved the feeling of Lance filling him and then pulling out, leaving him feeling hollow before his ass closed. He always felt a little weird being slick but still warm up his ass when Lance pulled out. Justin lost that thought when Lance plunged back in and hit his prostate, which made Justin see sparks in his eyes.
Justin loosened his grip on the refrigerator and was rewarded by smacking his head on it when Lance slammed back into him. He groaned when Lance chuckled at that. Justin rested his head on the door and saw his a drop of pre-cum fall from the head of his dick. He watched in awe as his dick throbbed and twitched as Lance hit home.
Justin came hard, spraying white strings of cum onto the floor. He clinched his ass tight to keep Lance against his prostate. He wanted Lance to join in his orgasm and share the pleasure with him.
Lance moaned as Justin milked his dick. He smirked as Justin's gasps of pleasure reached his ears. He smelled Justin's orgasm and could almost taste it. His senses were overloaded and he came deep within his lover.
They both collapsed onto the tiled floor. As Justin came to his senses, he finally realized Lance was still fully dressed... Well, except for Lance's shorts being open. As he looked back to complain, Justin saw Nick standing at the kitchen doorway. Nick slowly backed out of the room and disappeared.
"Now, who's hotter?" Lance growled deeply into Justin's ear.
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"I need you."
"Nick? What's wrong?" Kevin quickly turned off the tapes of wannabe porn stars. He had been reviewing possible twinks to star in his next production. He needed someone to take his place as headliner. There just wasn't anyone that jumped out at him. He needed someone to catch their customer's eyes.
Nick only sobbed into his cell phone. He really didn't know what was wrong. It wasn't like this was the first time he'd walked in on Lance and Justin. Hell, he heard them every time they had sex in the apartment. But this time he felt... something. He couldn't put his finger on it. There was one thing he did know. He needed Kevin.
Kevin took Nick off the speakerphone when he saw heads turn in his direction, through the glass walls of his office. He placed the receiver to his ear and wished he could wipe away Nick's tears. "Shhh... Please, tell me what I can do to help you."
Nick wiped the tears from his face and swallowed a sob. "I-I don't know what's wrong. I-I just know... I just know I need you. God I'm such a dork."
"No, you're... not."
"Wow, that was convincing." Nick started to giggle and Kevin joined him.
"Wow, who knew just talking to you could make me feel better?" Nick smiled as he leaned back on his bed and started to relax.
"I wish I could do more for you. I want to hold you and make all your bad feelings disappear." Kevin turned to face the one non-translucent wall, so that no one in the office could see him smile. He was sure Howie, Brian and AJ had people keeping eyes and ears on him. They think they're being protective, but all they really are is intrusive.
"You do more than you or I can imagine, but I wish you could be here too. Look I know you have things to do. Thank you for indulging me in my drama queen moment." Nick sighed and suddenly felt bad about to calling for something so trivial.
"That's what husbands are for." Kevin mused. He couldn't stop from feeling so happy when he thought about being married to Nick.
Nick closed his eyes and opened his mouth before he could stop himself. "I need you here with me. ...I know you can't but I can't stop needing you."
Before Kevin could reply, Nick hung up on him. He smiled and picked up some real estate printouts. "Soon, I promise..."
The End... of this arc, there will hopefully be another sequel.
The Sequel: Surprises From Vegas Chapter 1