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Subject: Just a Kiss Just a Kiss by Rin Feedback: aol Yes, I am back at that lovely AOL address again. Sorry, but my cable modem hook up fell through for the time being. Thanks! Rating: NC-17 (Duh!) Pairing: Jeff Timmons/Lance Bass Disclaimer: I don’t know any of the members of 98 Degrees or *Nsync. I don’t know if they are gay or straight. Don’t care one way or the other, I just know that they are hotties! (Yeah, right, and if you believe that I don’t care then I have an island to see you.) Oh and I am in no way making money off of this one. This is dedicated to Steph and Kyla, the two ladies who helped to *ahem* harness my true passions for Jeff and Lance. LOL As if that was very hard to do, right ladies?? Now, Onto the fic!!!! Just a Kiss Lance was walking into the empty dressing room when he felt the hands grab him from behind and turn him around. He spun so quickly that he couldn’t see the face of his assailant. The next thing he knew was that he was backed up against the closed door and had some very warm lips pressed against his. There was also a rather insistent tongue probing at his lips for entrance. He hungrily opened his mouth and slid his tongue out over the incoming one and earned a small sigh of contentment in return. He ran his hands over the torso of the person kissing him and marveled at the feel of firm muscle beneath his probing fingers. Even after all of these times, the feel of those pecs still drove him over the edge. He broke the kiss and tried to move down to the other mans neck when he was stopped with a hand on his chin. Looking up, he locked gazes with a pair of very intense blue eyes, now smoldering with an inner fire that he thought would consume him in one quick thrust of heat. “Lance,” Jeff sighed. “Shh, don’t say anything,” Lance said kızılay escort softly. He raised his fingers to Jeff Timmons lips and shushed him softly. Growling softly, Jeff began to gently suck on the tips of his fingers while Lance’s free hand began to roam down Jeff’s body. Sliding gently down his neck. Caressing a shoulder blade for an instant before grasping a nipple in between his thumb and forefinger for a quick but gently twist. This earning a gasp and a smirk from Jeff. Running his hand further down, cascading his fingers over Jeff’s washboard stomach, he stopped at the waist band of Jeff’s pants. He realized that the band of Jeff’s boxers were sticking out above his pants, Lance quickly moved his hand to the button holding up the jeans that were getting in his way. Popping the button loose, he slid his hand in and was rewarded with a gasp as he encountered the hardness help prisoner by the cotton. Jeff, not missing a beat, pulled Lance’s shirt over his shoulders and attacked his neck like a vampire. Kissing and suckling he undid Lance’s pants and slid them down quickly, underwear and all. Lance gasped as the cool air in the room hit him. He wasn’t cool for long because Jeff’s hand grabbed him and began to stroke him softly yet quickly. “Jeff, not so fast, I can’t last like that,” Lance said between quick gasps of breath. He pushed Jeff back and stepped out of his pants, to stand nude before the other man. Jeff grinned and finished the strip job that Lance had started and sauntered towards him. Lance put his arm out and stopped Jeff a little over arms length away from him. “Stop, right there.” Jeff’s forehead furrowed in confusion. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, nothing at all, I just want to look at you for a second.” Before Jeff could keçiören escort do anything more than grin, Lance knelt of the floor in front of him and began to take him into his mouth. Jeff gasped as the wet heat surrounded him. Oh, the things that Lance could do with his mouth, it never ceased to amaze him. Jeff was getting close, Lance could tell, because Jeff was beginning to tighten the light grip on his hair and his were starting to rise up closer to his body. Pulling back he pushed the stunned older man toward the couch nearby. Jeff kept grabbing for Lance until he connected with the couch. Falling back, he grabbed Lance and pulled him down on top of him. Grabbing a quick kiss, he reached for him only to have Lance rise up quickly. “Now what?” “Shhh, I’ll be right back,” Lance said. He stood up and walked over to the dressing room table rummaged through the drawer for a moment. He made a small chuckle and walked back to where Jeff was lying on the couch. Jeff watched Lance walking toward him and grinned. One couldn’t really tell, but Lance was built. He had a very nicely trimmed body, too bad he kept it hidden behind those baggy clothes most of the time. Lance reached him and produced a small bottle of lube which he opened and applied to his fingers. “Good ol’ Chris, have to remember to thank him for leaving that in there.” “I don’t even want to know what he used it for,” Jeff said, his lips turning up the in that all to familiar smirk. “Well, let’s not worry about that now, all right,” Lance said, grabbing Jeff and stroking him quickly, making sure that there was enough. Jeff reached for him but found his hands being batted away as Lance stood over him and slowly sat down. Jeff didn’t like this, not at all, it made him feel to submissive, escort ankara but he loved Lance and trusted him. So, after a moment, Lance waited for his body to adjust and began to slowly move up and down, gasping as Jeff’s dick rubbed his prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. Jeff began to move slowly, but then he sat up and pulled Lance into his arms. Kissing him on the chest, he held him. Letting Lance set the pace of their passions. Soon, the room was filled with their gasps and moans. Jeff looked up to see Lance’s green eyes gazing intently at him, glittering like emeralds. There was a fine sheen of sweat that covered both men. Jeff began to thrust upward as Lance would begin to slide down and they would meet in the middle and gasp almost as one. The feeling was incredible, neither wanted it to end. But, Jeff could feel his orgasm building. A moment later, he heard Lance begin to pant his name and then he felt the ring of muscles surrounding him clench tightly. Lance growled his name as his orgasm hit, covering Jeff’s chest in thick white streams. Jeff was close behind thrusting up into Lance one last time before all but shouting his name and grabbing him and pulling them close together. Lance could feel the wet heat pulse into him and leaned against Jeff, basking in the haze that clouded his mind. “Oh God, that was good,” Jeff said, kissing Lance’s chest and licking at some of the fluid that was there beneath his lips. “Love you.” “Love you too,” Lance said, nuzzling Jeff’s hair. They both sat there for a moment and then jumped when knock sounded at the door. “Guys, you all right in there,” Drew called. “We’re fine, Sprout,” Jeff called out. “We will be out in a minute, just let us, um…well…” “Don’t worry about it, Jeff,” Drew laughed through the door. “I understand.” Lance laughed softly and kissed Jeff on the lips. “Come on, sexy, we need to clean up.” Jeff allowed himself to be pulled up from the couch and followed Lance toward the shower. Soon, the room was filed with steam and the sounds of two men in love…. Fin?
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