Snippet: JuLa

[butterfly]

Thanks to fourteencandles for the idea.

Perception

The thick smell of hair spray still clung to him and the recently applied lipstick was quickly being destroyed by his own tongue and teeth, but Lance didn't really give a fuck.

His right hand stroked Justin's head once, twice, before joining the other on Justin's shoulders.

He let out a loud moan, his gaze fixed on where his cock disappeared into Justin's mouth, the already kiss-swollen lips stretching around him.

Justin's own hands were tight on Lance's hips, holding him in place but occasionally loosening to quickly caress his skin before returning to their place. Justin's pretty blue eyes sparkled at every cry that he drew from Lance's lips.

A knock at the door pulled them out of their daze, Justin quickly swallowing a few times to trigger Lance's orgasm.

"Would you little fuckers please get out here already?" Chris' voice was a mixture of frustration and amusement, and Lance grinned and rolled his eyes before stealing a kiss from Justin and reaching down to fix his pants.

"Sorry I didn't have time to get to you, J." He said softly, a hand sliding over Justin's jaw, taking a last kiss from Justin before it was time to go on.

"Don't worry, lov-ah." Justin's voice was as Southern, Deep and Dramatic as he could make it. "There's always the hotel."

"I'll get the key, you horny bastards!" Chris' voice had moved into complete frustration now.

It always lasted forever, but it was never long enough.

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[butterfly.livejournal.com]

Thank you. And yes, poor Chris. Hee!