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~Nobody else in the whole wide world takes my breath away~

When JC got downstairs, he was surprised to find that the only people in his living room were his parents. "Where's everyone else?" he asked.

"They left," Karen said, patting the cushion next to her, on the couch. JC sat beside her.

"Why?" he asked, trying not to sound too eager.

Karen smiled. "They thought that maybe you and Lance would like some time alone." JC flushed and ducked his head. "I'm sorry, Josh, but we weren't thinking. Everyone just wanted to welcome Lance home."

"No, it's ok," JC said, looking up. "I mean, I'm sure it means a lot to Lance, and it means a lot to me that you care enough about him." His gaze went from his mother to his father. "Thank you."

Roy looked away. Karen took JC's hand, drawing his attention away from his father. "You're welcome, sweetie. So where is Lance?"

"Um, he was, you know, he's tired."

Karen smiled again, in what looked to JC like a knowing way. "Well," she said, standing, "we'll let you get back to him, then. I'm sure you're tired too."

JC blushed again. "Thanks mom," he said.

"It's all right," she said. "Oh, by the way, the guys wanted to give this to Lance." She handed JC a large bag.

"What is it?" JC said, feeling the bag, but not looking inside.

"I don't know. They just said that Lance would appreciate it."

"Ok," JC said, accepting a kiss from him mother and a stiff hug from his father. "I'll see you guys later."

"Yeah, sure thing, sweetie," Karen said. "Tell Lance we said goodbye," she added, before she and Roy walked out.

JC watched them leave, clutching the bag his mother had given him, wondering why his father was so quiet.

***

JC walked back to his bedroom, eager to get back to Lance. What he saw when he got there made him groan in frustration. "Lance!" he snapped.

Lance did not move, just remained curled up on the bed, his face peaceful, a slight smile on his lips. JC threw the bag on the floor and sat down heavily on the bed, the movement jarring Lance's body. When this got no response, he shook Lance's shoulder. "Come on Lance, I know you can't be that tired. Don't do this to me!" He watched, as the smile on Lance's face seemed to grow. "Lance!" He poked Lance in the shoulder, causing a giggle to escape the supposedly sleeping man. "Yeah, really funny, Bass."

Lance laughed out loud, opening his eyes and rolling on his back. JC climbed on top him, straddling his lover's thighs. Lance's green eyes were full of mirth. "It was funny, Josh."

"I think I am going to have to hurt you now."

Lance smirked. "Ooh, I'm really scared."

"I did warn you, you know," JC said, as he curled his fingers around Lance's ribs and began to tickle him, causing Lance to writhe in laughter, inadvertently rubbing his lower body against JC's. JC groaned. "Baby, if you really are tired, you need to stop that right now."

Lance reached up and threaded his fingers in JC's dark hair. Pulling JC's head down, he kissed him deeply, and deliberately thrust his hips up against JC. JC could feel the hardness through his jeans. "I think I got my second wind," Lance murmured against his lips.

JC smiled and moved his lips down to Lance's neck. He licked the Adam's apple, drawing the expected giggle from Lance. JC lifted his head, and his eyes locked with Lance's for a minute, all the love they felt for each other flowing between them. Gaze never wavering, JC began to unbutton Lance's shirt, before dropping his eyes and trailing his lips down his love's smooth chest. He pulled back some to help Lance out of the shirt, before pulling his own off. He then returned his face to Lance's chest, his lips latching on to one of the pale nipples, eliciting a deep moan from the man above him. Lance's fingers found their way back into JC's hair, urging his head lower. JC obliged him, his lips and tongue traveling down to the waistband of Lance's khaki pants.

JC knelt on the bed as he unbuttoned the pants, and slipping his hands beneath the waistband of Lance's boxers, began to slide both garments off, revealing Lance's hardness. Lance lifted his hips from the bed to assist in the removal. JC quickly divested himself of the rest of his own clothing, before resting back on his heels, his eyes traveling along his love's body, finally resting on his face. "God, you're gorgeous," he said, reverently.

Lance flushed slightly, his eyes sliding shut as he felt JC's hand grasp his erection and begin to stroke him. "Josh, please," he murmured before he felt delicious, wet heat engulf him. "Oh God!" he groaned, his hands immediately finding JC's head again, fingers involuntarily digging into JC's scalp, encouraging the exquisite torture. He couldn't think. Could barely breath. All of his senses focused this one act. He felt JC's tongue swirling around him, felt the wet suction all around him, the gentle hands caressing his body. He heard the little noises that JC was making, and his own harsh breathing. Could smell his and JC's arousal; could taste the metallic blood from where he bit his lip to keep from screaming. He struggled to open his eyes, and focus on what JC was doing to him. It was the most erotic sight imaginable, and it pushed him even closer to the edge. It was good, so damn good. "Josh, please," he managed to gasp out. JC paused and gazed up at him, his eyes hazy with lust. "Please," Lance repeated, "I want you...I need you inside me."

JC smiled, kissing his way back up Lance's body, stopping at his lips, his tongue probing Lance's mouth aggressively. Not breaking the kiss, he began to fumble around in the bedside drawer. Finding what he was looking for, he pulled back momentarily to pour some oil in his hand. Kissing Lance again, he began to stroke between his legs, probing him, entering him gently, and preparing him. Lance gasped against his mouth, and pushed against his fingers. The noise sent a shudder though JC's body. "Josh, please!" Lance moaned.

JC pulled back again, applying oil to his own erection with a trembling hand. Pulling Lance's legs up a bit, he positioned himself against Lance's opening. His lips crushed against his lover's again, as he thrust into him. "I've missed this so much," he whispered when the kiss broke. "I've missed you." Lance threw his head back against the pillow, a harsh gasp escaping him, as JC pushed deeper. He arched up, wrapping his legs around JC's waist, his fingernails scraping against his back

"Oh, Lance, baby," JC groaned as his thrusts became faster, his breathing more labored. His hand reached between their bodies, grasping Lance's erection, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

He heard Lance's breath quicken. "Oh God, Josh," he panted, "I'm gonna..." JC's lips claimed his again, and Lance stiffened against him, shuddering sharply as he came. JC followed a minute after, their sobs and moans muffled by each other's mouths.

JC rested his head on Lance's shoulder as they recovered, their heartbeats and breathing slowing to a normal pace. After a minute, he pulled out gently, kissing the corner of Lance's mouth as he did so. Then he rolled to his side and pulled Lance into his embrace, his lips against Lance's neck. "I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you too," Lance said, his fingers stroking JC's hair. "So much." He kissed JC briefly, before his eyes slid shut.

JC sighed in tired satisfaction, resting his cheek against Lance's naked shoulder. Closing his eyes, he tightened his embrace on his love, his world, and fell into a contented sleep.


	Inner Reflection \| home back to But Faith Part 28 ~Nobody else in the whole wide world takes my breath away~ When JC got downstairs, he was surprised to find that the only people in his living room were his parents. "Where's everyone else?" he asked. "They left," Karen said, patting the cushion next to her, on the couch. JC sat beside her. "Why?" he asked, trying not to sound too eager. Karen smiled. "They thought that maybe you and Lance would like some time alone." JC flushed and ducked his head. "I'm sorry, Josh, but we weren't thinking. Everyone just wanted to welcome Lance home." "No, it's ok," JC said, looking up. "I mean, I'm sure it means a lot to Lance, and it means a lot to me that you care enough about him." His gaze went from his mother to his father. "Thank you." Roy looked away. Karen took JC's hand, drawing his attention away from his father. "You're welcome, sweetie. So where is Lance?" "Um, he was, you know, he's tired." Karen smiled again, in what looked to JC like a knowing way. "Well," she said, standing, "we'll let you get back to him, then. I'm sure you're tired too." JC blushed again. "Thanks mom," he said. "It's all right," she said. "Oh, by the way, the guys wanted to give this to Lance." She handed JC a large bag. "What is it?" JC said, feeling the bag, but not looking inside. "I don't know. They just said that Lance would appreciate it." "Ok," JC said, accepting a kiss from him mother and a stiff hug from his father. "I'll see you guys later." "Yeah, sure thing, sweetie," Karen said. "Tell Lance we said goodbye," she added, before she and Roy walked out. JC watched them leave, clutching the bag his mother had given him, wondering why his father was so quiet. *** JC walked back to his bedroom, eager to get back to Lance. What he saw when he got there made him groan in frustration. "Lance!" he snapped. Lance did not move, just remained curled up on the bed, his face peaceful, a slight smile on his lips. JC threw the bag on the floor and sat down heavily on the bed, the movement jarring Lance's body. When this got no response, he shook Lance's shoulder. "Come on Lance, I know you can't be that tired. Don't do this to me!" He watched, as the smile on Lance's face seemed to grow. "Lance!" He poked Lance in the shoulder, causing a giggle to escape the supposedly sleeping man. "Yeah, really funny, Bass." Lance laughed out loud, opening his eyes and rolling on his back. JC climbed on top him, straddling his lover's thighs. Lance's green eyes were full of mirth. "It was funny, Josh." "I think I am going to have to hurt you now." Lance smirked. "Ooh, I'm really scared." "I did warn you, you know," JC said, as he curled his fingers around Lance's ribs and began to tickle him, causing Lance to writhe in laughter, inadvertently rubbing his lower body against JC's. JC groaned. "Baby, if you really are tired, you need to stop that right now." Lance reached up and threaded his fingers in JC's dark hair. Pulling JC's head down, he kissed him deeply, and deliberately thrust his hips up against JC. JC could feel the hardness through his jeans. "I think I got my second wind," Lance murmured against his lips. JC smiled and moved his lips down to Lance's neck. He licked the Adam's apple, drawing the expected giggle from Lance. JC lifted his head, and his eyes locked with Lance's for a minute, all the love they felt for each other flowing between them. Gaze never wavering, JC began to unbutton Lance's shirt, before dropping his eyes and trailing his lips down his love's smooth chest. He pulled back some to help Lance out of the shirt, before pulling his own off. He then returned his face to Lance's chest, his lips latching on to one of the pale nipples, eliciting a deep moan from the man above him. Lance's fingers found their way back into JC's hair, urging his head lower. JC obliged him, his lips and tongue traveling down to the waistband of Lance's khaki pants. JC knelt on the bed as he unbuttoned the pants, and slipping his hands beneath the waistband of Lance's boxers, began to slide both garments off, revealing Lance's hardness. Lance lifted his hips from the bed to assist in the removal. JC quickly divested himself of the rest of his own clothing, before resting back on his heels, his eyes traveling along his love's body, finally resting on his face. "God, you're gorgeous," he said, reverently. Lance flushed slightly, his eyes sliding shut as he felt JC's hand grasp his erection and begin to stroke him. "Josh, please," he murmured before he felt delicious, wet heat engulf him. "Oh God!" he groaned, his hands immediately finding JC's head again, fingers involuntarily digging into JC's scalp, encouraging the exquisite torture. He couldn't think. Could barely breath. All of his senses focused this one act. He felt JC's tongue swirling around him, felt the wet suction all around him, the gentle hands caressing his body. He heard the little noises that JC was making, and his own harsh breathing. Could smell his and JC's arousal; could taste the metallic blood from where he bit his lip to keep from screaming. He struggled to open his eyes, and focus on what JC was doing to him. It was the most erotic sight imaginable, and it pushed him even closer to the edge. It was good, so damn good. "Josh, please," he managed to gasp out. JC paused and gazed up at him, his eyes hazy with lust. "Please," Lance repeated, "I want you...I need you inside me." JC smiled, kissing his way back up Lance's body, stopping at his lips, his tongue probing Lance's mouth aggressively. Not breaking the kiss, he began to fumble around in the bedside drawer. Finding what he was looking for, he pulled back momentarily to pour some oil in his hand. Kissing Lance again, he began to stroke between his legs, probing him, entering him gently, and preparing him. Lance gasped against his mouth, and pushed against his fingers. The noise sent a shudder though JC's body. "Josh, please!" Lance moaned. JC pulled back again, applying oil to his own erection with a trembling hand. Pulling Lance's legs up a bit, he positioned himself against Lance's opening. His lips crushed against his lover's again, as he thrust into him. "I've missed this so much," he whispered when the kiss broke. "I've missed you." Lance threw his head back against the pillow, a harsh gasp escaping him, as JC pushed deeper. He arched up, wrapping his legs around JC's waist, his fingernails scraping against his back "Oh, Lance, baby," JC groaned as his thrusts became faster, his breathing more labored. His hand reached between their bodies, grasping Lance's erection, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He heard Lance's breath quicken. "Oh God, Josh," he panted, "I'm gonna..." JC's lips claimed his again, and Lance stiffened against him, shuddering sharply as he came. JC followed a minute after, their sobs and moans muffled by each other's mouths. JC rested his head on Lance's shoulder as they recovered, their heartbeats and breathing slowing to a normal pace. After a minute, he pulled out gently, kissing the corner of Lance's mouth as he did so. Then he rolled to his side and pulled Lance into his embrace, his lips against Lance's neck. "I love you so much," he whispered. "I love you too," Lance said, his fingers stroking JC's hair. "So much." He kissed JC briefly, before his eyes slid shut. JC sighed in tired satisfaction, resting his cheek against Lance's naked shoulder. Closing his eyes, he tightened his embrace on his love, his world, and fell into a contented sleep.