Adam/Lance/Justin part 2

[zebraljb]

GIFT
Two

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Adam said. “I told you. I got everything I wanted for my birthday.”

“You got everything you THOUGHT you wanted,” Lance said. He leaned in the doorway to the kitchen. “You want Justin.”

“God, Lance,” Adam said with what he hoped was a casual laugh. “So does most of the free world, I’m thinking. That really doesn’t make it a big deal.”

“Most of the free world doesn’t have him sleeping in their spare room.”

“Not MY spare room,” Adam muttered. “YOUR spare room.”

“Technicalities.” Lance rolled his eyes.

“You’re kinda crazy, and I’m gonna go shower and get dressed.” Adam bestowed a quick kiss on Lance as he strode by. Yes, he wanted Justin Timberlake naked and spread under him like an all he could fuck buffet, but that wasn’t something he was willing to admit to LANCE.

Lance followed him up the stairs. “You know, even when he was sixteen, he could kiss like a dream,” Lance said quietly, and Adam froze on the top step. “He was all long arms and legs, but those hips were already lethal weapons. I never knew where he learned it, I mean, it sure as hell wasn’t from me, but he could wrap his legs around you and suddenly you were the one being fucked, even though you were on top.”

Adam’s hand tightened on the railing. “Lance…”

Lance walked up until his head was pressed against the center of Adam’s back. “And he could suck cock…good GOD, Adam. I miss the curls, because there was NOTHING like threading your fingers through them…fucking his mouth…”

“Lance,” Adam said again, but his voice was a weak chirp.

Lance gave him gentle shove and Adam tumbled up the final step. He caught himself on the wall, pressing his palms against it until they hurt. He felt Lance’s tongue slowly slide up his spine before Lance turned him around, pressing him against the wall. “You two are only a few inches apart in height,” Lance felt the need to point out. “You’d be so perfect…everything lined up just right as you fucked him…”

“Lance…why are you doing this to me?” Adam tried to control the whine.

“What, baby?” Lance bit down above Adam’s nipple.

“Tempting me with something I can’t have.” Adam fisted his hand in Lance’s hair and pulled him up for a brutal kiss.

They were shocked apart by the opening of the guest room door. “Oh!” Justin stopped short. “I was just gonna…I was gonna see if…” Justin swallowed deeply, his eyes ranging from Adam’s hands fisting in Lance’s hair, to Lance’s hands grasping Adam’s hips, to the knee Lance had pressed between Adam’s legs. He swallowed again.

Lance raised a perfect eyebrow and grinned, looking from Adam to Justin and back again. “Who says you can’t have it?” Lance said to Adam, who unconsciously rubbed himself against Lance’s leg. “Justin, you have perfect timing. Adam and I were going to head back into the bedroom. We have a horrible problem, though…we can never decide who gets to bottom. We both love topping, though, you know, bottoming is never a hardship.” Lance’s hand slid over to gently caress Adam through his sweatpants. “Would you like to solve that problem for us?” Lance shifted his weight slightly, so his hand framed Adam’s cock perfectly and Justin could only stare at the thick shape under the fleece.

“Yes,” Justin said almost before he thought.

Lance’s grinned broadened. “Perfect.” He looked back at Adam and slowly stood up straight. “You don’t mind, do you, baby, if Justin helps us decide?”

Adam looked at Justin, whose dark blue eyes were hungrily drinking them in. A bit of his self-confidence returned, and he smirked. “I don’t mind at all.”

“Well, come on, then.” Lance held out his hand to Justin, who looked uncertain. “We won’t leave any marks.” Justin smiled, but it was a weak smile. “Justin,” Lance said seriously. “You don’t have to.”

“No, I want, I mean, I do…it’s been a while,” Justin finally confessed.

“Nothing you don’t want to do,” Adam added. He wanted nothing more than to have a Justin-shaped notch in his bedpost, but not unless it was consensual.

“I do,” Justin insisted. “Just…be gentle?”

“Oh, baby,” Adam said with a tantalizing grin. “When we’re done with you, you won’t be feeling ANYTHING.”

Lance chuckled. “True.” He held his hand out to Justin again, who finally took it. “I was just telling Adam how amazing you were back when we used to fool around,” Lance said as they entered his bedroom. “Something I’ve never forgotten.”

“Me either,” Justin said. He stood by the bed and removed his shirt. Adam audibly gulped. “I haven’t been with too many guys since then. It’s…dangerous,” he said, and Lance nodded.

“I bet.” Lance slid his hands up over Justin’s naked chest. “We’ll just have to make this count, then, won’t we, Adam?”

“Fuck yes,” Adam whispered. Lance motioned him over. Adam knew that once things got started, the awkwardness would fade away, but the first few moments of learning someone new were always uncomfortable.

Thankfully, however, sex with with both of them was not a foreign concept to Lance. His hands grabbed at Justin’s ass as his mouth attacked Justin’s. Justin moaned, his hand sliding up to cup the back of Lance’s neck. Lance pulled away, leaving Justin gasping for breath. Adam finally took some initiative, putting a finger under Justin’s chin and turning his head to kiss him. “Yes,” he heard Lance whisper, then Lance pulled away to take off his own shirt. “Bed,” Lance ordered, and Adam pulled Justin closer, never breaking the kiss as he walked them to the bed. He fell down first, pulling Justin on top of him. Justin rolled his body against Adam’s as they kissed, his hips snapping against him.

“Fuck,” Adam muttered, turning his head to gasp for breath. Justin grinned and took the opportunity offered to him. He nibbled and sucked at Adam’s earlobe, then worked his way down the long neck.

Lance reached around Justin’s waist, undoing the button to his jeans. Justin pushed up a bit, allowing Lance to work the jeans off his hips. Justin started to pick up his leg so Lance could continue undressing him, but Lance steadied him with his hands on his waist. He pushed at the space between Justin’s shoulders, and Justin bent down again to kiss Adam. Adam felt Justin gasp against his mouth, and figured Lance was working his way down Justin’s spine the way he loved to do to Adam. That meant Lance would shortly end up…

“Jesus,” Justin gasped, burying his head in Adam’s shoulder.

…right there, Adam thought to himself and grinned. He knew just how good Lance was at rimming. “Been a while, huh?” He asked sympathetically. “Been a while since someone knew what they were doing fucked you with their tongue? A shame, really, because that’s one of the best feelings EVER, isn’t it? Feeling that pressure that’s too much and never enough all at once? And Lance is so good at it…I bet he didn’t know how to do THAT when you were sixteen.” Adam reached his hands down to spread Justin for Lance.

“Perfect,” Lance murmured. Justin growled and dug his fingers into Adam’s shoulders. He rocked himself back, trying to get more of Lance’s tongue, but his movements were hindered by the jeans around his knees.

“Which one of us gets to fuck you first, Justin?” Adam asked. “I should probably let Lance go first, for old time’s sake, but God…the idea of my cock in your ass is so damn TEMPTING right now.” He slid a hand over and felt Lance lick at his fingers. One finger started to alternate with Lance’s tongue.

“Oh fuck me.” Justin licked along the line of Adam’s collar bone, then he moved to kiss him. He sucked on Adam’s tongue, panting as the finger and tongue took turns fucking him.
“OR…we could take turns…just like we’re doing now. Would you like that, Justin? Have us take turns behind you, so you’d never know just who was fucking you?”

“Please please please…” Justin begged. “Yes, please, that…either…both…please…”

“Baby…I think Justin needs fucked,” Adam called down to Lance.

“Sounds that way,” Lance agreed, giving one bite to Justin’s ass before pulling away.

“Be right back,” Adam whispered to Justin. He slowly slid himself out from under Justin, lowering Justin to the bed before jumping up to join Lance. “So hot,” Adam moaned, kissing Lance. “I taste him…God…”

“So good…” Lance agreed. He shoved at Adam’s sweats and Adam stepped out of them. “Get supplies…I’ll make sure Justin’s all ready for us.” Lance quickly took off his own pants and kicked them aside . Adam headed for the nightstand, and Lance crawled onto the bed. “Up,” he commanded, tugging at Justin’s pants. Justin lifted his waist and Lance shimmied his jeans down. As soon as Lance knelt on the bed again, Justin flipped over, slid himself down, and took Lance’s cock into his mouth.

Adam turned around, condoms and lube in hand. “Holy fuck,” he gasped. He could only stand and stare as Lance’s cock disappeared between the red lips.

“My…sentiments…exactly…” Lance moaned, one hand gently guiding Justin’s head. “You definitely…haven’t forgotten…anything…”

Justin smirked around Lance’s cock, his eyes bright as he looked up at Lance. Adam came over and kissed Lance long and hard. “That is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” Adam murmured. “Is there ANYTHING this guy can’t do?”

“I doubt it,” Lance said. He stroked Adam’s cock as they kissed, his hand moving in lazy strokes.

“Baby, you keep that up, and I’ll never get to find out,” Adam gasped.

Lance gave him one last stroke and regretfully pulled out of Justin’s mouth. He got up from the bed and started to tell him to roll over, but stopped when Justin moved over to suck Adam. “Justin, you…”

“Oh, let him go,” Adam said cajolingly as Justin licked a long slow line up his cock. “If he wants to…”

“So thoughtful,” Lance said. He kissed Adam as Justin sucked him.

Justin took him in deep and Adam hissed. “Can we keep him?” Adam moaned, biting at Lance’s jaw. “Just keep him tied to the bed, bring him food, make sure he can reach the remote?”

“I don’t think the free world is ready to let him go just yet,” Lance said, caressing Adam’s chest and moving away. “Come on, Justin. Quit sucking the pretty Idol’s cock so we can fuck you.” Justin gave one more lewd slurp, then pulled away. “Hands and knees.” Justin obeyed, pushing his waist up so his ass was in the air. “You dirty thing,” Lance said in admiration. Adam handed him the lube and he slicked up his fingers. “But then again, you always were a slut, weren’t you, Justin?” One finger slid in, and was eventually joined by a second. Justin only moaned, burying his face in the bed. “You had thousands of girls screaming for you, but what made YOU scream was a dick in your ass.” Adam blinked. He knew Lance could talk dirty…some of the best moments he could remember were being on the receiving end of it…but he’d never observed it in the third person before. “Still feel that way, Justin? Want a cock in your ass? Maybe one in your ass, one in your mouth?”

“Please, Lance…” Justin rocked back onto Lance’s fingers. “Need it…”

“Love to hear you beg, Justin,” Lance said. He turned to Adam. “Well?”

“Ladies first,” Adam said, stepping aside.

“Fuck you,” Lance said affectionately. He reached for a condom but Adam took it from his fingers.

“Allow me.” He took his time sheathing Lance and lubing him.

“Brat.” Lance finally slapped Adam’s hands away. He gripped Justin’s hips and slid inside without a word of warning.

“Lance!” Justin cried.
“So tight…so hot…” Lance gripped Justin’s waist, fucking him at a steady pace. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes, please, Lance…”

“You know, I could never have sex AGAIN and have enough here to fuel my jack-off fantasies for the rest of my life,” Adam said. Lance smiled, reaching one hand up to grab at Adam’s hair so he could kiss him.

When he pulled away, Lance said, “Get yourself ready. I don’t want Justin to be waiting even for a second.”

Adam quickly got a condom on and applied some lube. Lance made himself pull out, and Adam took his place. “Oh, yes…”

“God,” Justin moaned, pushing up on his elbows. “You…yes…”

“Fuck,” Adam grunted. Justin was tight and hot, and his hips pushed back at just the right angle to get Adam in deep. “Little whore,” Adam said. “Why haven’t we asked you over here before?”

“Don’t want too much of a good thing,” Lance said . He wrapped his hand around the base of Adam’s cock, helping to guide him in and out.

“Trying to kill me, Bass?” Adam gasped.

Lance smirked. “No,” he said innocently. They swapped positions three or more times, until Justin was begging for them to let him come. When Adam was inside him one last time, Lance crawled forward so his head was next to Justin’s. Justin kissed him, sweat pouring down his face. “How do you want to come, Justin? You’ve been so sweet and helpful, letting us both be on top…I feel you should decide.”

“Want you fucking me, Lance,” Justin gasped. “Adam in my mouth…want you to touch me, make me come…”

“That sounds perfect,” Lance said. He kissed Justin’s cheek and moved away. “We need to move down a bit,” Lance said to Adam. “Stand by the side of the bed.”

“He does bring out the bossy in you,” Adam muttered, but he did as Lance said, removing the condom and tossing it in the trash.

Justin knelt along the short side of the bed, getting his mouth on Adam’s cock as soon as he could. “So perfect,” Lance whispered, running a hand down Justin’s back. He knelt behind him, slowly moving inside. Justin whimpered around Adam’s cock. “If you make him come, I’ll let you come, Justin. I don’t want to finish until I feel you squeezing around me.”

Adam locked eyes with Lance. “You…have never been sexier than…you are right now oh fucking God…” Adam’s voice rose into a soundless gasp as Justin took him as deep as he could. Adam’s hands grabbed at Justin’s short hair, holding his head in place as he came.

“Good,” Lance rumbled. He reached around to stroke Justin’s cock. Justin let Adam fall from his mouth, gasping for breath as Lance stroked him. “Come on…Justin…come on…”

“God!” Justin buried his face in his arms as he came, Adam’s hand stroking his head.

“Oh God…finally…” Lance quickened his pace until his hands clenched into Justin’s waist. “So…good…” Lance leaned on Justin’s back as he tried to catch his breath.

Adam waited until Lance pulled away, then immediately lay down next to Justin, pulling him close. “Okay?” He whispered to Justin, his hand ghosting over Justin’s sweaty back. “You okay? That was incredible…you were incredible…so good…” he murmured.

“Fine…m’fine…” Justin panted, trying to catch his breath.

Lance disposed of the condom and crawled up on Justin’s other side. His eyes met Adam’s and he smiled almost shyly. “Love you,” he whispered, and Adam nodded, smiling back. “Sure you’re okay, Justin?”

Justin slowly rolled onto his back, wincing as he hit the wet spot. “I promise I’m fine.” He closed his eyes as he calmed down. “Just for the record? This isn’t why I decided to come here. I mean, I knew you had a hot boyfriend and all, but, just so you know.”

Adam and Lance burst out laughing. “Good to know,” Lance said. “And may the record also show, I have never asked my boyfriend to have sex with one of my friends.”

“Oh, I have,” Adam said casually, and Lance stared at him. “Different time, different kind of boyfriend,” he continued. “I’m a lot more mature now.”

Lance snorted, and Justin laughed. “Oh, I can tell,” Justin said politely. He looked over at Lance. “Thank you…I mean, for letting me in.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Lance asked. “You’re my friend, Justin. You needed me.”

Justin turned to look at Adam. “And thank you…for sharing your boyfriend with me.”

“Please believe me when I say it’s my pleasure,” Adam said. “And, seriously, the next time you’re having a relationship breakdown? Feel free to stop by. You don’t even have to call first. The door is always open. ALWAYS OPEN.”

“This is my house,” Lance said, reaching over to tug at Adam’s hair as Justin giggled between them.

“Well, then the door to MY house is always open. Whether Lance is there or not,” Adam told Justin. Justin smiled up at him, then gave him a tender kiss.

“I’ll remember that.” He yawned and stretched. “I’m a little worn out. Can I have that nap now?”

“We didn’t keep you from napping in the first place,” Lance pointed out. “YOU came out looking for something.”

“What did you need, anyway?” Adam asked.

“I…” Justin paused. “You know, I don’t remember. And apparently I can live without it, whatever it was.”

“There are towels in the linen closet by your door,” Lance said. “Shower up and take a nap. We won’t bother you again.”

“This was NOT a bother.” Justin forced himself to stand up, wincing a little. “I’ll see you guys in a few hours.” He slowly left the room, gathering his clothes on his way out.

“Well.” Lance lay back and stared at the ceiling.

“Well,” Adam echoed. “This is NOT how I pictured turning thirty.”

“Was it that bad?”

“Hell, no.” Adam folded his hands behind his head and smiled. “I’m just trying to figure out what could happen when I turn forty to top this?”

THE END