Title: The One Where Justin
Ties Lance Up Author:
Part: 1/1 Series: The One Series Pairing: Lambs Warning: Slash warning, slight
kink warning Rating: NC 17 Notes: One of the first ideas I
had when I thought about starting to write this series. It’s taken me
forever to actually buckle down and move the idea from my head to
something more concrete. This idea is just too delicious to pass up.
*rowr*
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The silk makes no noise in the quiet room as it is fastened together in
a tight, but comfortable, knot. It brushes against tender, bronzed skin
and brings forth a shark intake of breath, which is followed by goose
bumps.
"Shhh."
It is virtually silent, the only noise being made is Lance’s laboured
breathing and occasional gasps for air, which are always followed by
Justin’s soft reassurances that its’ going to be okay and Lance should
be quiet.
The importance of the night, how rare and special the occasion truly is
lingers between the lovers and Justin wants to commit everything to
memory. He isn’t sure if he will ever get this chance again. In fact,
he still can’t believe he’s got it now, and every few minutes he has to
remind himself that it is actually happening and not some fantasy he’s
dreamed up. Because he’s done that before and was extremely
disappointed to have woken up in his bed, alone.
"J..." Lance whimpers erotically. His back is arched, body completely
nude and his lips are already dry. The silk tie that they’ve chosen for
that arm feels tight, nearly scorching against his wrist. It is a
sensation that already has his cock throbbing. A drop of pre-come is
glistening in the dim light as it escapes the slit. Justin has only
tied the one arm so far, so Lance can’t *really* complain, but the room
is so sexually charged that it can feel it throughout his entire body.
There is no one else besides Justin who could ever convince Lance to do
this, and men have sure tried. It seems that Lance is the type of
person that horny men want to tie to a bed and dominate, and while in
the past, it has been the last thing Lance ever wanted to do, he finds
himself on the way of being tied to a bed, submissive to Justin’s every
move. Even as he had agreed to Justin’s request, his mind was screaming
at him to change his answer, to refuse to participate because Lance
didn’t give up control to anyone. Ever.
Except Justin it seemed.
Rules had been designed immediately, both men had agreed it was
necessary. The way it had happened was Justin asked, Lance had said yes
and the moment Justin realized that his lover was serious, he nodded
his head and said "we need rules."
Rule 1: They needed a safe word. There had to be a word that could be
used if Lance wanted to stop, really wanted to stop. It couldn’t be
‘no’ or ‘stop’ because that was part of the sexiness of it, the
struggle. Justin had suggested Backstreet, because nothing killed the
mood like THAT image. Lance had laughed and suggested ‘toxic’. Justin
agreed, that was worse.
Rule 2: No blood. That was Justin’s rule because in his own words,
"ewww, blood. Messy." But mostly it was because he hated pain to hurt.
Pain for pleasure was good, bite marks and love bruises were hot, but
blood and cuts were gross and wrong and Justin’s stomach had churned
thinking about it. Lance didn’t put up a fight.
Rule 3: Anything else goes. Lance agreed to trust Justin and to let him
have free reign of the night. Justin knew Lance’s limits and for the
whole scenario to work, for him to maybe get another chance at this, he
had to respect those limits. Justin was honoured to be given the
opportunity and promised that Lance wouldn’t regret his decision.
Justin reaches over Lance’s chest to his other arm which is already
extended and waiting next to the bed frame. He places a feather light
kiss to his lover’s mouth and as the silk tightens around Lance’s
wrist, he whimpers. The sound is swallowed as Justin smiles against
Lance’s lips.
"Do you know how hot you are?" Justin’s voice is low and Lance’s
stomach contracts at the sound. Lance shakes his head as he slowly
licks his lips. It’s Justin who groans this time. He’s wearing only a
pair of boxer briefs, black, which his erection is pressing tightly
against. "God, so fucking hot."
Lance wants to disagree. Justin is the one that’s hot. His toned body
is glistening in the lights, nipples erect and cock hard and full.
There have been nights where Lance has gotten off on just the thought
of Justin, and having him right above him, sitting on his thighs is
nearly too much for Lance to bear. Before he can answer, Justin has
turned around and is working on his ankles. Lance can hear him mumbling
to himself softly and smiles as he watches Justin’s ass wiggle in front
of him.
Before he can remember his arms have been fastened above his head,
Lance tries to reach for Justin’s ass. All he succeeds in doing is
pulling roughly on the headboard and groaning, both at the pain
shooting in his wrists, and how loud the sound of the headboard
smacking against the wall is.
At the sound of Lance’s feeble attempt to move, Justin turns his head
to look over his shoulder. Lance’s eyes are closed and his lip is
captured between his teeth. There is a look of hungry desperation when
Lance opens his eyes and their gazes meet. Justin can’t control the way
his stomach churns excitedly. He stills has one more ankle to bind and
Lance is already close to the edge.
There is something lingering between them and Justin is trying to
figure out what it is. He moves to gently pick up Lance’s remaining
free limb and can’t help but sit back, resting his ass on Lance’s groin.
"Jesus..." Lance bites out hoarsely. Justin wiggles his ass, watching
Lance’s toes curl and before he can move, he hears the older man gasp
then swear. "FUCK."
Justin’s face is a mask of shock as he feels a wet heat seeping into
his underwear. The hardness that previously was resting along the
fabric lined crack of his ass is no more.
Lance has come.
Justin scrambles to finish tying the silk tie around his ankle and
turns around to se Lance leering at him. The hunger in his eyes has not
dissipated, despite his powerful orgasm. In fact, Justin could swear
that Lance looked hungrier, even more focused.
"You messed up my shorts," Justin says, trying to be angry. He is
impressed at how steady his voice is and how calm he appears to be. All
he wants to do is fuck the hell out of Lance, but he knows that
patience is key. Lance is no good to him soft, and Justin’s not in the
mood to top tonight.
Lance’s answer comes in the form of a growl. He hadn’t intended on
coming so soon. Not that he’s complaining, because Justin’s ass IS hot
and Lance just can’t help himself, but still. He isn’t supposed to be
enjoying it THIS much, and he’s sure as hell not supposed to be
thinking about the next time. Hell, there isn’t even supposed to be a
next time since Lance vowed that he’d do it this once and that would be
the end of it. But that had been when he expected to hate it, and right
now he’s not hating it, not one little bit.
Justin cocks an eyebrow and stands up on the bed. His legs are a little
wobbly at first, but he catches his balance and looms over Lance,
looking down at him. Lance looks wanton and sexy, his eyes pleading for
more and body desperate for attention. His cock is filling with blood
and Justin knows what he needs to do to push Lance that extra bit
further. He smirks at Lance and curls his fingers into the waistband of
his underwear. The black material slides slowly down his hips,
releasing his erection.
Lance’s mouth waters at Justin’s cock springs forth. His eyes darken
and he can practically taste the golden brown skin that’s revealed to
him. As he looks closer, Lance’s eyes widen and he can’t help but gasp
because if he’s right, and he knows he is, Justin’s shaved himself.
Completely. And it’s all for him. His gaze flickers to meet Justin's
and they share a knowing smile between them.
"For you baby." Justin knows he doesn’t have to say it. Lance knows
it’s for him, but he likes to reassure his lover. Lance has a fetish
about Justin being completely shaved, and really he doesn’t care one
way or the other, he likes to save it for special occasions, to make
Lance enjoy it more. "Next time..."
"Can I watch?" Lance asks as he licks his lips. If he concentrates
harder, he can taste the sweaty sweetness of that small patch of
Justin’s skin right above his cock, not to mention how it feels against
his tongue and the goose bumps that will inevitably appear. That’s
Lance’s favourite part to lick and it’s not very often he gets it how
he likes it.
Justin shakes his head and watches Lance pout. He smirks and finishes
his sentence. "Next time.." He pauses for dramatic effect, "...you can
do it."
Lance’s eyes open wide and his jaw drops. Justin can’t surely mean what
he thinks he means. Usually Justin is too concerned about his manly
bits to let Lance shave him, no matter how much he begs and pouts.
"What?" Lance’s voice is a whisper.
"Next time," Justin says as he drops to his knees. He tosses his
underwear on the floor and hovers over Lance, barely touching him.
"You. Can. Shave. Me." To punctuate his statement, he grabs a hold of
his cock with one hand and points to where, mere hours ago, he had
plenty of kinky golden hair. "Here. You can shave me here."
It’s clear that he has caught Lance by surprise. Justin leans to cover
the remaining distance between them so that their mouths meet in a
steamy, erotic kiss. He can feel the tension in Lance’s lips, how badly
he is aching for the power to take Justin in his arms, flip them over
and regain control of the situation. With that knowledge, he does his
best to tease Lance with flicks of his tongue and pulling back just
enough for Lance to push into him.
Their kiss ends with whimpered gasps and Lance on the verge of begging
for more. Justin licks his lips sensuously before biting Lance’s lower
lip between his teeth. "I’m so proud of you baby, you’ve been such a
good boy tonight."
Lance silently curses the way his body reacts to Justin’s praise. He
wants to please him, but at the same time feels degraded. It’s
something that he’s not accustomed to feeling and thus, doesn’t know
how to deal with it.
"So that’s your reward, Baby." Justin leans down to speak directly
against Lance’s cheek. "I can’t wait until it’s all grown in. Gonna be
so fucking hot, you shaving me."
There is something in the all too vivid image of him leaning over
Justin, gently scraping the razor over Justin’s sensitive skin,
removing the coarse, curly hair. The goose bumps that would appear, the
way Justin would arch his back sensuously. Not to mention the breathy
whimpers that would escape Justin’s ruby red lips.
That image, along with Justin himself sitting on his thighs, their skin
touching hotly, causes for Lance to arch his back, curl his toes and
come again. His growl causes for Justin to giggle, which only makes him
growl louder.
"What the fuck..." Lance gasps as the termors wrack his body. Justin
kisses him which only heightens his orgasm and its’ after effects.
"I think someone really likes being tied up." Justin wants to cheer and
do a victory dance, but knows that he can’t. Lance is very vulnerable
right now and sensitive about how low his threshold has been tonight.
Usually Lance prides himself on his power to withhold his orgasm and he
can outlast Justin two to one, but tonight he’s already come twice and
Justin hasn’t at all.
"Been so long since I’ve come so fast." If it were anyone else, Lance
would be embarrassed at his lack of stamina, but it’s Justin and Lances
knows he never has anything to be embarrassed about around him. In
fact, Lance can see raw love and awe reflected in Justin's eyes,
something that he rarely sees. It takes a lot to leave Justin
Timberlake speechless and Lance loves that he can do that to him.
"I love you, Lance." Justin whispers tenderly as he kisses his lover
sweetly.
"I love you too, J." Lance’s reply is just as soft and sweet.
They spent an undetermined amount of time kissing, until Justin’s cock
throbs, reminding him of the release he’s been two times denied.
"So many things I wanna do tonight," Justin growls seductively. He
licks and bites random areas on Lance’s body, leaving little red marks
where they can be covered if need be. As much as Justin likes to see
Lance branded by him, he’s not so sure he wants the rest of the world
to know their little secrets, especially the kinky ones.
"Please," Lance gasps, pulling Justin out of his day dream. Lance’s
mouth is dry and his body aches from being stretched out for such a
long period of time. He can feel his muscles protesting, but he doesn’t
care, the pleasure is far more prominent than the pain.
"Please what?"
"Untie me!"
Justin raises an eyebrow in suspicion. He doesn’t think Lance *really*
wants to be untied, he’s only playing a role and so, Justin curls his
lip into a smirk.
"Is that what you really want?"
Lance gives Justin a sexy grin. He shakes his head while he says "yes"
softly.
Justin winks. He sees Lance licking his dry lips. He reaches for the
bottle of Gatorade they put on the night stand earlier. Water is okay,
but they’ve long since realized that Gatorade works much better,
especially when they're in playful moods like tonight.
Lance chugs the salty beverage, allowing some to spill down the side of
his mouth. He hadn’t realized just how thirsty he was until offered the
drink and now he can’t get enough. When he’s done, he shivers as Justin
removes the bottle from his lips and laps up the excess juice that has
dribbled down his cheek and lips.
"Thanks," Lance gasps, breathlessly.
Justin responds with a lengthy kiss. "Now," he says as he grabs a
condom and lube. "My turn."
"It’ll be so much better if you let me go," Lance pleads. He will
personally kill Justin if he even so much as considers granting his
suggestion to let him go. The absolute last thing Lance wants right now
is to be let go, but he feels that pretending that he does is adding to
the effect of the night. Yet again, the reality of the situation hits
Lance and he can’t believe that he is there, tied to Justin’s bed,
harder than fucking hell and wanting more. He never would have believed
it.
Justin’s cock twitches as he leans down to lick Lance’s chest. "You
don’t fool me. You are LOVING this."
"J." Justin whines breathily. He’s not sure what he’s whining about
anymore, it’s more of how much he enjoys watching Justin’s cock twitch
when he does.
"Shut up," Justin sneers. He twists Lance's nipple and watches goose
bumps cover his lover’s skin.
The lube and condom weigh heavy in his hand. Justin turns so that Lance
is looking at his back and he leans up on his knees. It’s time to
really blow Lance’s mind and Justin’s more than ready for it.
Justin’s firm, tight, ass is teasing him and Lance can’t help but licks
his lips. He can feel Justin on every inch of his body and whimpers
loudly. The whimper turns to a moan as Justin leans over and starts
stretching himself, knowing Lance is watching. The lube is slick and
he’s got three fingers up to the second knuckle when Lance warns that
he’s close to coming. Again.
The condom is open and sliding down Lance’s shaft expertly. Justin is
cautious as to not touch Lance too much. He doesn’t want Lance coming
again too soon or he might not get fucked tonight.
It is as Justin hovers over his cock that Lance realizes Justin isn’t
planning on turning back around. Slowly, inch by inch, he watches his
cock enter Justin’s ass, feeling the exquisite tightness of his lover’s
warm heat. Justin’s movements can only be described as graceful as he
arches his back and trembles erotically.
They are connected, Justin’s ass touching Lance’s pelvis. Neither move
except to breathe, and Lance isn’t even sure he’s doing much breathing
at the moment. Justin is too tight around him, he feels too good and if
he’s not careful, he might end things too fast.
"Hold on, Baby," Justin pleads. There is a whine is his voice and Lance
knows he wants to come. "Please ...just try to hold on for me.."
Justin gets a growl in response as he watches Lance’s toes curl. He
smiles, knowing that his lover is trying. Slowly, Justin raises
himself, whimpering at how good Lance’s cock feels in his ass. It is a
tight fit, more times than not, leaving Justin sore for days afterwards
but it’s a pain that he always looks forward to. Tonight, Justin hopes
that it will be more like weeks that he can feel the pain. He wants to
feel Lance inside him forever and he’s more than a little addicted to
the pain.
Justin moves slowly until he can’t hold off any longer. He needs hard
and he needs fast. With a swipe of his tongue to Lance’s knee, he lifts
himself off of his lover and turns around. Within seconds, he’s sinking
back down on Lance, this time watching every emotion crossing Lance’s
face.
The heat in the room is almost stifling and Lance isn’t sure that he
can hold on much longer. It feels like he’s been on the edge of this
orgasm for hours and it’s getting painful now. What he wants to do is
reach down and jerk Justin off, but his arms are still tied to the damn
bed.
"Almost there," Justin gasps. One hand is resting behind him, firmly
holding Lance’s balls and the base of his shaft, while the other has
now taken his own cock as he beings to pump it furiously.
All it takes is three consecutive stabs to his prostate and watching
Lance’s eyes roll back into his head for Justin to come. There is sweat
dripping down his chest and his muscles are burning from exertion. His
cock explodes, come landing as far as his shoulder. His eyes flutter
open and he meets the gaze of his lover, who looks as spent as he does.
Both men are exhausted, but grinning at each other.
Lance wants to be let go. Seriously now, because he’s just come for the
third time tonight and has had to watch Justin come, which is probably
one of the hottest things he’s ever seen in his life. He wants to curl
up with the younger man and hold him all night, reassuring him that it
wasn’t as painful as he’d initially thought. He’ll use their safe word
if necessary, but thankfully, before he can, Justin has already read
his mind. As he opens his mouth, Justin is releasing his feet, right
then left, followed by arms in the same order. With each tie that lands
on the floor, Justin kisses the skin where the silk had restrained him,
causing Lance to sigh contentedly. Lance has been released, but for a
few moments, he remains frozen and unable to move.
The first thing Justin expects Lance to do is regain all control. He is
surprised that all Lance does, is bend his legs at the knee, groaning
softly at the pull of muscles and pull Justin down so that they’re
cuddled together, Justin on Lance’s chest. Their lips meet in a
sweetly, sexy kiss and Justin shivers as Lance’s hands touch him for
the first time all night.
Heat and the stench of sex has permeated the room and despite their
exhaustion, the air around them is still sexually charged. Justin
assumes it will be until they talk about what has just transpired, and
as much as he wants to sleep it off and discuss it in the morning, he
knows that they need to do it now. Before the high wears off and too
much time has passed. Lance’s heart is still beating rapidly and Justin
smiles against Lance’s chest. Right next to his eye level, there is a
mouth shaped bruise, it’s slightly faded so he knows he didn’t do it
tonight. It was most likely from another night where they had gotten
too carried away. Justin can’t count the times on two hands that it had
happened. It’s one of the things he loves most about sex with Lance.
"Well?" Justin finally asks. He’s waiting for Lance to start the
conversation, and he knows that he isn’t asleep, but Lance hasn’t
spoken and doesn't seem to be in too much of a rush to start.
"Well what?" Lance’s voice is thick and his accent is more pronounced.
It’s always like this when he’s either really horny or tired, and
seeing that he has just come three times in the span of a few hours,
it’s because he’s tired.
"How ....was it?"
Lance’s chuckle catches Justin off guard and he feels his stomach flip
a few times. There are fingers drawing random patterns on his back and
Justin curls tighter against Lance’s body.
"Was my coming three times not enough of an indication of how I felt?"
Lance raises an eyebrow comically as Justin rests his chin just above
his nipple. They’re staring each other in the eye, having a silent
conversation between them. Justin wants to know if Lance is really okay
with everything and Lance is trying to reassure him that he is. It
wasn’t as kinky or as dominating as it could have been, but Justin
figures that he’s going to ease into it and hopefully once he’s gotten
Lance comfortable with the prospect of being tied up in the first
place, he can get him to agree to more. It’s going to take a lot of
patience and hard work, but Justin is willing to put in the effort
because he knows the payoff will be more than worth it.
"Yeah?"
Lance nods his head, closing his eyes as he runs the night’s events
through his mind. Everything from Justin’s body looming over him, to
watching him take off his shorts, to even the care and love that went
into Justin tying him up. The whole night is one massive jerk off
fantasy and Lance shivers just thinking about it. "Fuck yeah." He opens
his eyes and winks at Justin. "Plus, someone said something about me
getting a present for being so good..." His mind is already onto Justin
and being allowed to shave him. His hand dances down Justin’s stomach,
resting on his hairless groin and as he strokes the smooth skin, he
purrs softly. "Now THAT is going to be hot."
Justin’s whimper echoes off of the walls and he arches into Lance’s
touch. Their mouths meet in a playful kiss that has no heat. Neither
are willing to go the distance and start something they know that
neither of them can finish. Instead, Justin shifts so that he’s laying
on his side, face to face with Lance, his leg slides in between Lance’s
and he pulls his lover into his arms.
"Maybe ...we can ...you know ...do this again?" Justin closes his eyes.
He doesn’t want to see the rejection in Lance’s eyes and he bites his
lip nervously, awaiting the response. He doesn’t expect what he hears.
Lance’s stomach flips excitedly just at the thought and he knows how
nervous Justin is for his answer. There is the sadistic need to keep
Justin waiting in suspense for as long as possible, but his love wins
out and he doesn’t want to prolong his torture. Growling, he leans in
and nips at Justin’s ear. "Any god damned time you want to."
Justin opens one eye cautiously and sees Lance watching him with
amusement. His lips curl into a sweet, surprised grin as his other eye
opens and finds himself caught in a sweet kiss.
"Really?"
"Fuck yeah." Lance knows he’s going to have to explain this because he
can tell that Justin is surprised by his change of opinion on being
tied up. His hands gently stroke Justin’s lower back as they curl into
each other, wrapping themselves into a tight cocoon of limbs and bodies
and sheets. "J, it was so hot. Everything, from you tying me up, to
just feeling you sit on me and looking down on me. I wanted to touch
you but couldn’t, right, which made it even hotter because it let me
just enjoy everything. Instead of focusing on being in charge, I was
able to feel what it is like to be submissive, on the receiving end."
"And?" Justin can’t help the smile that results because hearing Lance
describe what it felt like, is everything he wanted his lover to
experience. Sometimes Lance is so focused on controlling everything,
that he doesn’t let himself enjoy the simple touches and emotions that
go along with sex and that is what Justin was aiming for.
"And, it’s so frustrating, but at the same time exhilarating."
Justin rolls them so that he’s laying on top of Lance, lightly pinning
him down. For a brief moment, he feels Lance try to resist but when he
softly kisses Lance’s forehead, the resistance stops and he feels Lance
submit. Justin tries to hide his shock. "Thank you."
"For what?"
Justin smiles. "Letting me do this. For opening your mind. For wanting
me to do it again."
"You know I"d do anything for you," Lance admits. Just like he knows
Justin will do anything for him. Has done anything for him. Now, all he
can think about is what is on the agenda next and if Justin would
perhaps enjoy being tied up himself.