“Oh god, Jayce,” Lance moaned, pinned against a shelf covered with boxes and cleaning supplies. The handle of a mop bucket dug into his bare thigh.
His dark haired accomplice was too busy with his current task at hand - fucking the hell out of Lance - to give more than a grunt in reply.
The storage closet was roomy as far as storage closets went, but even then there was barely enough room for the two men to move around. Fingers scraped at the collar of Lance’s jersey, shoving it out of the way. Cold air his the newly exposed skin for a second before JC’s hot mouth closed down on his shoulder and bit down.
“OH GOD,” Lance moaned as sparks of electricity surged down, making his own cock throb.
“Shth fcth uff,” JC hissed through his shoulder. “They’ll hear you,” he hissed before licking the reddening spot on Lance’s shoulder.
Lance took JC’s advice, biting down on his lip to keep himself from moaning as JC mercilessly kept thrusting his long, hard cock, nearly bringing him to the edge with each thrust. Lance beat his head against the shelf in front of him as JC thrusted erratically a few times, a whispered monologue of ‘yeah, Lance, just like that, god, Lance!’ escaped his lips as he came. The older man crumpled against his back, shivering slightly. Lance lifted his head, tilting it back onto JC’s shoulder and turned his head as JC’s head nestled in the crook of his neck. His own cock twitched as he took in the scent of JC’s hair. Sweat, sex, shampoo and something that was uniquely JC.
He was engrossed in the scent surrounding him, he nearly jumped a foot when a hand grasped his manhood and started stroking.
“Oh god, Jayceeeee,” he panted, already so close. He felt JC grin against his neck, the thick cock slowly slide out of his ass and all the while the hand never missed a beat.
JC stepped back and with his free hand turned Lance around so that he was backed up against the wall and then dropped to his knees, effortlessly sliding the head of Lance’s cock into his mouth, tongue tickling the sensitive underside. Lance sucked in a breath, wanting it to last, knowing he couldn’t hold it off much longer, especially if - oh God, he was doing it. He bit back a moan, chanced a glance down to see JC’s electric blue eyes closed, the angular jaw stretched to it’s max as he worked his way down, all the way down the shaft, JC only stopping when the tip of his nose reached the tuft of dark curls tucked against the base of his cock.
Lance gulped, adam apple bobbing, and JC’s eyes flew open, searching and meeting his own green gaze. He moved a hand down and ran it through JC’s hair and the older man closed his eyes and hummed at the touch. He clenched his hand in JC’s hair as the simple hum sent him over the edge, his entire body tensing as hot seed erupted from his cock deep within JC’s mouth. JC pulled back a few inches until Lance’s hand stopped him. With difficulty, Lance bit back a moan, panting heavily as adrenaline gave way.
Wet tongue swirled around his softening dick, JC licking him clean as he pulled away. The air was freezing on the wet skin as, within the blink of an eye, JC bounced back up, pressed his lips against Lance’s, gave him one of his special eye-crinkling grins and literally bounced out of the closet.
Lance tucked himself back in and left the closet as well. He found JC sitting down on “the bench”, still grinning from ear to ear, chatting animatedly with someone. The blonde dropped into the chair beside JC, trying not to wince as his ass made contact with the padded folding chair. Someone came up to them with a camera, and JC threw his arms around Lance and the guy next to him - Lance was still in a haze, mind still in the storage closet just down the hall and under the stairs as the flash went off and captured the moment for forever.