An Unorthodox Beginning
Title: An Unorthodox Beginning
Author: 10_rose
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Joey Fatone, Lance Bass
Beta: conspiratorb
Summary: AU version of Lance and Joey. Lance is a business man and Joey's just a regular joe. (no pun intended)
They met at one of Manhattan's hottest gay clubs. It was a typical Friday night in March. Lance was ready to relax after a hard week at the office, and leaning against the wall, beer in hand, watching the men and women dancing was just what he needed. Joey was there with a group of friends, celebrating Rick's birthday.
Lance's attention kept landing on Joey and he quietly watched him, nursing his beer and accepting an occasional dance from someone. Joey was a flirt, and everyone seemed to love him, he noted. Years later, when they would tell the story, Joey would joke that he had Lance even before 'Hello', and Lance would smile at his lover and roll his eyes. The truth was, there was never a 'Hello'.
It was late, or early, when Lance finally made his move. He had watched as Joey became more and more tactile with his friends, guys and girls alike. A particularly good beat was blaring over the speakers, and Lance put down his drink and entered the throng of bodies pulsating to the music. He casually made his way through the crowd, gently bopping to the beat as he snaked through the crowd to where Joey was dancing with a few of his friends. Their gazes met and Joey turned towards him with a smile that drew him in. Lance was surprised but pleased, when after the song changed, Joey grabbed his waist and pulled the younger man to him. They danced that way for a few songs, grinding against each other, feeling each other's attraction.
When a slower song came on, Lance inclined his head towards the bar and Joey nodded.
“Lance,” he introduced himself once they were off the floor and fresh drinks were in hand.
“Joey,” he said, taking a swig of his drink. They slipped into a comfortable silence, the pounding music making it too hard to talk in anything lower than a shout.
Joey leaned in, fully intending to ask him something, instead finding Lance leaning in at the same moment. The kiss was far from chaste, both men fighting for dominance.
“Do you want...” Lance left the invite open, watching Joey through half closed eyes as they both caught their breath.
“Yeah, give me a mo,” Joey replied before disappearing into the crowd on the dance floor. He returned a few moments later. Lance followed him to the exit.
They shivered as the first blast of cold air hit them.
“So where?” Joey asked.
“Not far, just a few blocks,” Lance pointed in a direction and they set off at a brisk walk. He let them in to the building and lead the way up to his apartment, holding the door open for the older man. As Lance shut the door, the realness of what they were doing settled upon them. They stood there shyly, waiting for the other to be the first one to move.
Joey looked around the place. Lance was obviously successful at his career, the apartment decked out in a very simple way, with a few expensive items here and there.
Lance took a step toward him, placing his hands on his shoulders and Joey turned his attention back to the man in front of him. Lips collided in a kiss just as volatile as the first. He let his hands roam down Joey's chest. They found their way under the shirt, and he traced random patterns across the skin of his stomach before slipping down to cradle Joey's straining bulge.
Lance dropped to his knees, unzipping the fly in front of him, freeing the exquisite cock. He ran a thumb over the head, smiling to himself as Joey hissed in response. Looking up at him through his eyelashes, he firmly grasped the base of the shaft and ran his tongue across the tip before taking the pulsating cock into his mouth. He hummed as fingers thread through his hair, and Joey's responding moan sent sparks straight to his own hard-on. He glanced up and locked eyes with him. He grasped Joey's balls with his free hand, fondling them. Joey threw his head back and his grip on Lance's hair got tighter.
“Oh GOD!” Joey cried as he climaxed, hot seed spilling into Lance's throat. As he loosened his grip, the younger man deftly swallowed and licked him clean.
Lance stood up while Joey tucked himself back in and led the way to the living room, taking a seat on the couch and shoving the coffee table across the room with one foot. Joey followed, sinking down to his knees between Lance's legs. He undid his zipper, letting his erection stand proud.
Joey took a moment to take in the sight before caressing it with a calloused hand. It twitched at his touch. Lance moaned as the rough skin rubbed the tip, evoking some precum that he spread around. Lance lay his head back on the couch, closing his eyes as Joey worked him.
“Fuck,” he whispered when Joey took him in his mouth. His hand found its way down to the still slightly sweat dampened hair and grabbed a handful. He watched as the brown hair bobbed up and down, bringing him closer and closer to release.
“Oh God!” Lance cried, reaching his release. After the shivers of pleasure subsided, he let go of his partner.
Joey awkwardly got to his feet. Lance reached out, pulled him down and the ferocity of the kiss bordered on carnal.
“Stay,” Lance breathed, his brilliant green eyes probing the warm chocolate eyes above him. After what seemed an eternity, Joey finally nodded. Lance flashed a brilliant smile, patting the couch next to him. Joey took up the offer.
They spent most of the rest of the night talking, and only as the bleak light of dawn started to creep into the room did they realize it was time to say good night. They made plans for the following weekend to meet up for coffee. With a friendly slap on the back, Joey walked out of the apartment, unknowing of what that night had just brought him.
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