“Oh my gosh! My back is killing me,” Lance complained as he fell face first on his bed. Justin kicked the door closed and laughed. He put his gym bag down and walked over, flipping the tv on.
“This hotel sucks,” Justin commented falling on the bed next to his friend. Lance grumbled in a reply, scooting up towards the pillows.
N Sync was down in Atlanta, rehearsing for their up-n-coming tour. Wade was working them extra hard and after the long break they had, most of them just weren’t used OT it.
Justin kicked off his shoes, his eyes never moving from the tv screen. He didn’t mind the fact that the hotel rooms were double booked with only bed in each one. No. He hated that there wasn’t any air conditioning.
“Damn Yo! It’s flippin’ hot in here,” Justin said jumping off the bed to push open the window as far as it’d go; two inches.
“Fuck!” He grumbled, pushing the curtains to the side more. Lance watched from the bed as his friend peeled off his tshirt and threw it on the nearby chair.
Justin walked back over, turning the tv up a little more. He laughed at the joke David Letterman had just said and fell back on the bed.
Lance groaned again as the bed moved around causing Justin to look over at him.
“Yo Lancey! What’s the matter?” He rubbed Lance’s shoulder softly and waited patiently for his reply.
Lance turned his head back around to look at Justin. “My back ‘dude’!” He replied, totally making fun of Justin’s wannabe Ghetto tone.
Justin rubbed over Lance’s shoulder some more and heard a soft gasp. “That better?”
Lance nodded.
Justin smiled.
“Take your shirt off. I’ll rub your back for you,” Justin offered turning the television off.
Lance looked at Justin curiously for a few minutes before he removed his tshirt. He tossed it over where Justin’s was and laid down in the middle of the bed, his head resting comfortably on the pillows.
Moving over, Justin straddled Lance’s body right over his ass and put his hands down on his friend’s back. “You like it hard or soft?” Justin asked, trying not to giggle at how that sounded. Lance didn’t care.
Justin slid his hands around Lance’s toned back, rubbing up his sides and kneading down the middle.
“God Justin…that feels great,” Lance mumbled, closing his mouth only to open it again with a moan.
Justin closed his eyes and started to rub his hands on Lance’s back like he’d want to be rubbed. His tongue darted out to wettin’ his lips, his mouth hanging open as his breathing got a little heavier.
Lance moaned again in the midst of saying his friend’s name. Justin opened his eyes, looking down at Lance.
“Do you want me to stop?” Justin asked in a whisper, feeling a stirring in his groin. Lance shook his head no quickly.
“No…no don’t stop,” He said in a beg, never thinking he could enjoy a back massage this much. His hips ground into the bed, Justin’s doing the same to his ass.
“God Lance,” Justin groaned tipping his head back. He couldn’t take it anymore. Removing one hand off of Lance’s back to slid down into his sweatpants. Justin moaned at the feeling his own hand gave him. He continued to grind himself down against Lance, his hand on his back stopping.
Lance looked over his shoulder, Justin’s head was tipped back and his eyes were closed. Quickly moving out from underneath him, Lance pulled his track pants, with his boxers, down. He threw them to the side and moved towards Justin who hadn’t noticed his friend’s movements.
Lance’s lips were on Justin’s; his hand rubbing him through the fabric. Justin moaned so loud he though that because of the thin walls, the guys in the next room could hear him.
His sweatpants were pushed down and both guys moaned. Their hard cocks were rubbing together, their tongues battling inside Lance’s mouth.
“I want this,” Justin gasped moments later, pulling from the kiss. Lance nodded his head.
With his hands on Justin’s shoulders, Lance kissed him fiercely. He pushed gently so that Justin was on his back, his head on the pillows.
Lance’s hand continued to stroke his dick, as he hovered over Justin. Justin whimpered. He wanted something to happen but Lance was just teasing him. His eyes were glued on Lance’s hand, and what that hand was doing.
Then he felt it. Lance was slowly sliding down on him. Justin looked up and saw Lance biting his lower lip, making sure to keep his hand moving.
Justin pushed that hand away and replaced it with his own. He moaned, he was all the way in. Lance gasped.
The movements were slow, Lance set the pace as Justin continued to work his hand on Lance’s body.
“God Justy,” Lance moaned moving his body faster against him. Justin moved his hand faster on Lance.
It worked both ways for awhile. If Lance moaned, Justin moaned in return. If Lance picked up speed and the hardness of the thrusts, Justin did the same.
Lance’s hands rubbed up Justin’s body, tweaking his nipples. That let a low growl out of Justin who arched his back, screaming for dear life as he came deep inside of Lance. His hand unconsciously squeezed Lance’s cock.
“OOOOH GOD!” Lance screamed out, his hot cum shooting all over Justin’s hand and their bodies. As soon as he pulled himself off of Justin’s body, Lance crumbled up into a pile next to his friend. Both were panting heavily.
Justin used his clean hand to wipe the sweat off of his forehead, then pull Lance over close to him. He kissed his friends lips before they just laid there and cuddled.
“You think it could get any hot in here?!” Justin laughed putting his head down on Lance’s chest.

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