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More than that, though, this wasn’t just the first time in several weeks that Jamie had really spoken to Lance. It was also the first time he’d truly looked at him like he was looking now. The first time that there was some vulnerability, maybe, in that gaze.
It was pure instinct for Lance to slip into bed with Jamie. Stupid, of course, since Ken and Aaron were so close, and they were supposed to keep this a secret. But he lay beside Jamie on the narrow bunk and had to hope that the curtains which separated their bunks from Aaron and Ken’s bunk would be enough to keep this secret.
“Lance!” Jamie sounded legitimately surprised, the shock clear in his voice, and Lance knew very well that he was being wildly inconsistent. He had, after all, been the one to try to put distance between them, and now, here he was, literally climbing back into bed with Jamie.
“Do you want me to leave,” Lance whispered, gazing at Jamie. It was fairly dark in the bus, the only light coming from the streetlights outside, and the gentle swaying of the bus rocked them from side to side, so that their bodies pressed together again and again.
Only the blankets and the thin layer of their nightclothes kept them apart. That and the restraint that they both felt after so much awkwardness.
“No,” Jamie admitted, and those strong, toned, slender arms came around Lance, pulling him close. Jamie tugged Lance under the blanket with him, wrapping them both up in it, and Lance smiled and let himself cuddle close. “But I thought we weren’t doing this stuff anymore.”
Lance groaned softly, muffling the desperate little sound in Jamie’s shoulder, letting himself just breathe in deeply, letting himself experience that slightly sweet, but musky and masculine, scent again. He had sort of thought that Jamie would never let him do this again, and the relief radiated through him, making his own arms just a little bit too desperate as he clutched Jamie to himself.
“I never said that,” Lance murmured, and then talking, well, it just seemed like too much trouble. Like it could make things worse because all he wanted to do was tell Jamie how much he missed him. But he had no right to do something like that, not when he still couldn’t give himself over completely to the other man.
They were in some sort of weird holding pattern. It probably wasn’t the most healthy thing in the world, but it was definitely better than not having Jamie around at all. He knew that from experience now.
So he forgot about words, which he couldn’t, or shouldn’t, say. Instead, he just pulled Jamie close to him, both of them lying on their sides, and kissed him, putting all of the words that he couldn’t say into that kiss, into the sweet slide of their lips and tongues together.
It was just supposed to be a kiss. Just something brief, to give Lance some comfort so that he could relax enough to go to sleep. But the moment their lips met, he knew very well he was going to need more than just a kiss.
It had been weeks. Far too long. Moaning softly, Lance pushed Jamie’s underwear out of the way, tugging them down just enough. At the same time, Jamie’s fingers were fumbling at the waistband of Lance’s underwear, and in seconds they were pressed right up close to each other, throbbing erections pressed together, hips writhing together.
They kissed over and over, and there were absolutely no words exchanged, very little in the way of sounds, even. Just the frantic grind, grind, grind of their bodies together, their tongues slippery and hot against each other, hands desperate on each other’s hips and asses as they focused entirely on the movements of their bodies, on the heat which they had denied too long.
No one had ever been like this for Lance. No one had ever been able to work him up so much with so little. He’d gone from not even thinking about sex to rutting against Jamie like his life depended on it. And more than that, he could feel from the sparks which seemed to flow between them, from the heat and the tension which coiled together tightly, that it was going to be almost no time until his release exploded through him, and pleasure wiped everything else out of his mind.
The way that Jamie was kissing him, too, it felt like he was probably in the same place. Their bodies strained together, writhed together, leaking hot precomeall over each other until Jamie tensed and Lance felt the slick slipperiness of Jamie’s fluids as the man kissed him more frantically than ever.
Lance wasn’t far behind. He hauled Jamie’s body against him, rolling on top of him and pinning him down, straddling his hips as he let himself spill on top of him. His fingers buried in those soft, reddish curls, he kissed him and let those full, sexy lips muffle his cries of pleasure as he came for him.
“See?” Lance murmured when he had recovered enough to speak. He lowered his head, whispering right into Jamie’s ear, “We can keep it a secret. We’re fine.”
