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Chapter 7
Pouting, Joey whispered, "I...I did have a proposal to make..."
At the word 'proposal', Lance almost tensed. "What...what type of proposal?"
Knowing he had the upper hand having Lances' curiosity, Joey replied, "Just a bet, but you wouldn't be interested anyway."
"What type of bet?" His curiosity was really getting the better of him. "What bet sweets?"
Tracing his finger down his chest, Joey stuttered, "Oh nothing...just a...a um...a bet..." Smiling smugly with a flirting look in his eyes, he finished, "If you can go the rest of the day without putting your boxers on, then uh...I'll uh..." Trailing off, he let Lances' curiosity boost up more.
"What baby? If I go the rest of the day without the boxers, you'll what?" Lance asked, falling forward on his hands and knees, right in front of Joey, looking up at him with his green eyes.
Trying to take back his preivous words, he said, "I just said you had to go the rest of the day without your boxers..." Hopeing Lance would forget about the bet.
Shaking his head, Lance continued to stalk Joey. "That's only part of it...what's the other?"
Looking away shyly, Joey thought that the only thing he could think off would be not enough for Lance. "If you can keep your boxers off for the entire day, I'll be your personal sex slave tomorrow."
"And if I can't?" Lance asked, a grin forming on his lips. "What do you get from me?"
Returning the smirk, Joey replied, "If you choose to except the bet, and you don't make it, I'll...I'll think of that later..."
That grin continued to form on Lances' lips. He could make it the rest of the day without his boxers, it was only 11 more hours until midnight; he could do it. "You my love, have yourself a deal..."
"Great," was Joeys' reply. "Take them off."
Keeping his eyes on Joey, Lance slipped the boxers off and extened his hand for the khakis. "Gimme." Smiling, Joey pulled the boxers from his lovers' hand and placed them in his back pocket, handing over the khakis'.
Slipping the khakis over his legs, Lance waited for a moment before he became accustomed to the new feeling of 'freedom'. "Aww...nice and airy," he teased.
Choking on the saliva in his mouth, Joey said, "Okay...just don't forget we have a bet."
"I won't forget baby..." the blond cooed lovingly.
As the limo came to a stop in front of the pet store, the elder one offered his hand. "Great, after you..."
"I always did depend on the kindness of strangers..." Lance teased, scooting out of the limo and standing up next to it, waiting for Joey to exit. Keeping his eye on Lances' freedom, as he called it, stepped out of the limo and stood next to Lance. They both had to fight to keep from holding hands, but, being out in public, they had to keep their realtionship a secret.
Looking around, Joey asked, "Okay, where's this pet store at?"
"Just down the street a little..." Lance replied, starting to walk away from him. "You coming?"
Trying as hard as he could to not look at Lances' ass shaking in front of him, he stuttered, "Um...yeah." Breaking into a jog, he ran to catch up with him.
Walking quietly down the semi crowded sidewalk, Lance made sure to swing his hips back and forth. He could feel some of the girls he passed look at him, but he didn't care, he only wanted to make Joey jealous. "Yeah, we're in public Joey, so that means no touchy," he thought to himself, laughing quietly.
Getting hotter by the second, Joey averted his eyes to the street signs. "So what store is the pet store?"
Walking into a baby blue store, Lance walked around quietly, looking at the different puppies, kittens, and birdies.
Joey walked over to the display case that held all the kitten and cat supplies. Looking through the collars, he picked one out that would possibly fit Lance, a feeling that the blond would loose the bet.
Seeing Joeys' change of expression, Lance looked down at the collar. "Um...that won't fit Jez now Joey," he commented, pointing down to the collar. "But maybe in a few months..."
Looking at Lance, then back to the collar, Joey replied, "Yeah, maybe, but I wasn't exactly thinking of Jez for this one."
"Then who were you thinking of it for?" the blond asked, walking over to him. "You know, it looks like it might fit Chris...but...nah..."
"You mean it's the wrong size?"
"For Chris, yeah..."
"Well then, what size would I need to fit a certain..." Leaning forward and whispering into Lances' ear, "Sex slave?"
"I don't know baby," Lance whispered back, turning his back to the majority of the customers. "What size are you?"
"I wasn't refering to me..."
"Then who? Me? I don't think so..." Lance smirked turning around to go back at looking at the ferret stuff. "Dirk needs a new collar too...what do you think about this red one? Red is the color that is suppose to drive the other sex wild...in most cases..."
"Okay, you get that for Dirk, and I'll get this and..." looking around for a collar that would fit Jez, picked it up. "This..." eventhough the collar was 2 sizes to big.
"And you're going to need a litter box, kitty litter, play toys, and some other toys too..." Lance explained, that smirk still on his face. "Having pets is a very expensive job."
"Okay, I got the collars," Joey said, picking out a leash that didn't exactly match the collar, he started walking around the store, picking up various other toys, not noticing that he had inadvetenatly picked up a dogs' chew toy. "What else did I need?"
Surpressing a laugh, Lance shook his head. "You're a big boy with a kitten now, you have to start taking care of it by yourself..."
"Uh...okay." Walking around looking for something, he picked up a box and asked, "Would this work for a litter box?"
"Joey, man, that's a skirt to a bird cage, and besides, it wouldn't fit in the small bathroom on the bus..."
"Well, would you do me a favor and go find a litter box while I go find...whatever?"
Reaching down beside him and picking up a litter box, Lance said triumpantly, "Found it..."
"That was fast, what did you do? Already have it?"
"No, it was right here on a shelf labled, 'litter boxes'."
"Oh yeah, whatever." Picking up a random back of kitty litter, Joey asked, "How's this?"
"Your cat...you ask her..." Lance replied, being sarcastic.
"She's not here, want me to call her?"
"If you think that'll do any good," Lance said, walking over to the cashier to pay for the collar for his pet ferret, leaving Joey somewhere in the store.
Figuring he'd leave it as it was, he ran and got some food, not realizing it was canned dog food, then followed Lance to the checkstand.
"You're going to feed your kitten dog food?" Lance asked, pointing down to the can of Pedegree dog food. "Oh yeah, I'm sure she'll love that."
"Why? It doesn't exactly say dog food..." Joey started, looking down at the can. "Oh...maybe it does..."
"Goof, go get the right food and I'll get this stuff," Lance said, pointing down to the litter box and other items.
Running the dog food back, Joey picked up a can of kitten food, double checking it. Seeing he had the right food in his hand, he ran back, a smirk of his own on his face. "I think I got it right this time."
"Gee, and it only took you how many tries?"
Thinking, Joey answered, "Two?"
Smiling and shaking his head, Lance said nothing as he waited for the cashier to ring up the items. He couldn't help but let his hand graze against Joeys' as he went to pull his wallet from his back pocket, a coy smile on his lips again.
Getting a twinkle in his eye, the older man looked at Lance as if to say 'What was that for?'
When the cashier went to put the bigger of the two collars into a bag, Lance just reached for it. "The animal this is for is outside in the car." It was obvious that he was fighting back a laugh as he held the collar in his hand.
Getting a confused look, Joey asked, "You mean Baron's in the car?"
"No, the other animal..." Lance said, signing the pay stub. Taking the bag, he walked out of the store, his hips swinging again, the bag flung over his shoulder.
After Lance left, Joey ran and get a leash, explaing they forgot they needed one for the other animal. Paying for it, he ran out with the stuff in his hands to meet Lance back in the limo.
Seeing Joey with the extra leash, Lance almost busted out laughing. "Joey, I was only teasing about there being an extra animal in the car you know..."
With a glint in his eye, Joey replied, "I know...I was just thinking...since we both know whos' gonna loose the bet..." Trailing off, he left the rest of his statement unsaid.
"Don't be so sure..." Lance replied, holding the collar up to Joey, imagining what he would look like wearing it. "You would look so cute in this..."
"In your dreams blondie...however, I can picture you in it quiet well..."
"So you've decided what to make me do, even though you won't win the bet?" Lance asked, shifting a little on the limo seat.
"Maybe...maybe not..." Joey replied, a husky laugh raising from deep within his throat. "Just depends on the mood I'm in when you lose."
"But I won't lose..." Lance replied, leaning over and resting his head on Joeys' shoulder, something he'd never been allowed to do before, for who knows the reasons. "Ow..." he mumbled, shifting on the leather seat.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Joey asked, instantly concerned for his lovers wellfare.
"I'm fine Joey," Lance replied. "It's just khakis and leather seats, for me, don't go together without boxers, but I think I can survive the limo ride back to the hotel...I just hope there's not another traffic jam..."
"Care to lose the khakis then for the ride back? I'll make you more comfy if I can..."
"Then I'm going to have to fight you for the khakis when we're close to the hotel. I don't think I want people to see me in the buff when the driver opens the door. Nope, I'll just ride the pain out I guess." Letting an over reacted sigh escape his lips, he moved and rested his head on the back of the limo seat. "I'll just suffer through the pain..."
"My ass you will..." the older one replied, calling the driver and asking to be notified when they reached the hotel, instead of the usual unexpected opening of the door service they normally got. When the driver complied, Joey undid the zipper to Lances' pants and tugged on them, trying to get them down.
"What do you think you're doing Mr. Fatone?" Lance asked, not putting up a fight.
"I'm gonna help you get comfy...wanna help here?"
"No, you're doing just fine..." Lance teased, a smile spreading across his face. Picking up the collar, he undid the buckle and placed around Joeys' neck. "Perfect fit too...puppy..."
"Hey you haven't won yet," Joey objected, checking his watch. "You still have another 9 hours to go...so get it OFF now if you don't mind...besides who said I bought it for you to use one me?"
"Well, it's too big for Jez and Nakita...who you planning on using it on? Justin?" Lance asked, totally forgetting that he wasn't even suppose to mention 'that' name. Shrinking back onto the seat, his eyes set on Joey, scared to death.
"I was planning on using it on you," Joey replied, ignoring the Justin comment. "Since I'm pretty sure you're gonna lose this one..."
Relaxing a little, Lance held his chin up and took the collar from around Joeys' neck and held it up to himself. "How does it look?" he teased, buckling it behind him.
"Rrrraaaaawwwwwrrrrr...Looks good...," Joey said, fighting back a laugh. "Lets see with that and the leash...I can take you out on a walk...have your leash in one hand and a beer in the other." Not realizing if the occurance he should lose Lance can keep him from drinking, Joey waited for Lances' reply.
"You like?" he asked, shaking his head, the collar rattling slightly.
Nodding eagerly, Joey answered, "Yeah, I do..."
"Then you're going to have to wait until I lose...if I lose," Lance said, reaching up behind his head to undo the collar. "Um...Joey...I can't get it..."
Reaching behind him to undo the collar, Joey accidently bumped Lances' lips with his own. "Oops..."
"Oops my ass, you did that on purpose."
"No really...it was an accidnt," Joey said, pushing his body closer to Lances' crotch as he finished unhookin the collar.
"Hmmm...sure it was..."
"Really, it was," Joey answered, moving his hand into Lances' open pants. Gasping, he leaned his head on the back of the seat again. Bitting his lip, he opened his eyes momentarily to look at Joey, then rested his head on the seat one more time. Stroking Lance gently, "Want some help?"
"Oh shit...Joey...don't...don't tease...it's not fa...fair..."
Quickly, Joey pulled Lance out and began to suck him.
Reaching for something to grab a hold of, Lances' hand only found Joeys' hair. Tangling his hand in the brown hair, he didn't realize he was tightening his grip with every second that pasted. "Oh god baby..." he managed to groan, bucking his hips up once to meet Joeys' lips. Joey only sucked harder, enjoying seeing his boyfriend recieve that much pleasure. Lance gripped Joeys' hair tighter in his hand, surpressing the urge to shout. Quiet puppy dog whimpers, along with the gently hum of both the limo engine and Joey in front of him filled the back space of the black car. Joeys' repsonse was to suck on Lance as hard as he could, swirling his tongue around the tip, urging Lance to his orgasim faster.
Bitting his tongue, Lance started shaking furiously. Sometimes, his mouth would open and a small sound would emerge, but as for words, or sounds that sounded like they could make up words, there wasn't a chance for that right then. Barly putting enough pressure on the head, Joey smirked when Lance exploded into his mouth. For the second time that day, Lance offered all he could to Joey, who of course, swallowed it without hesitation.
Leaving a little bit of fluid for Lance again, Joey tucked his lover back into his pants and kissed his way back up his chest to his lips again, giving Lance a second surprise for the day.
Unlike the last time, Lance welcomed the surprised eagerly, grasping behind Joeys' neck, holding him closer, taking all he could from the older man.
Once Lance got all he could, Joey pulled away from the kiss. "So, you satisfied now?"
"Whenever you're near by, I'm always satisified," Lance replied, his voice husky, trying to sound the like swave devoner that he wasn't.
Smirking, Joey replied, "As long as you're happy." Reaching for the car phone, he informed the chaueffer that his prior order was now no longer needed, that he could open the door whenever they arrived back at the hotel.
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When they arrived at the hotel, Lance leaned over and gave Joey a quick kiss before the driver opened the door. "1-4-3," he whispered and climbed out, then walked through the lobby to wait for Joey in the elevator bay.
Stepping out as fast as he could, making sure he had both his bags, walked up behind Lance. "Lets' go get my cat."
"You think JC is awake? And do you think Jez made a mess?" Lance teased, stepping into the empty elevator.
"Acutally, no I don't..."
"You got her house trained already? Wow...that's 2 things you know how to do without thinking."
Giving Lance the evil eye, Joey replyed, "Ha ha, just you wait until you loose the bet."
"But I've already told you that I'm not going to loose dear heart..." Lance smirked, leaning against the wall of the elevator as it slowly took them up to their floor. "I can't wait to see you in that collar tomorrow..."
"You think you're actually going to get me to stay in a collar if I loose?" Joey asked, "Which by the way I'm not."
"If you're to be my slave, like we agreed, then yes, you're to stay in a collar until I say otherwise...but I might just let you do whatever you want tomorrow. Key word is 'might'."
Smirking back, Joey pointed out, "You haven't won this yet..."
As the elevator door was about to ding, Lance stole a kiss from Joey, rubbing his hips into Joeys'. "Oh, but I will..." he whispered, then walked out of the elevator, once the doors opened, making sure to swing his hips along the way.
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