"About time!" Goldust snapped as the cameras stopped rolling. He marched back onto the set, taking hold of Lance's wrist and pulling him to his feet. "Let's get going! I don't know how you took so long to ask 10 damn questions!"
Lance exchanged a look with Al. They both knew why Goldust was so eager to get back to the hotel; Booker was there, and, due to the Book's injury, the couple had barely seen any of each other in the past month. Goldust had been furious when he found out he had to help with a sketch the one night that Booker was visiting him, and he had been yelling at them to hurry ever since they started.
"Uh, Goldust, I can give Lance a ride back to the hotel if you want," Al offered.
Goldust paused, looked between them, then shrugged and let go of Lance's wrist. "Good," was all he said before he took off.
Lance heaved a sigh of relief, flashing Al a thankful smile. "Thanks so much," he stated as Goldust rushed off. "He's been crazy all night."
"No problem." Al looped his arm around Lance's shoulders, leading him in the direction of the parking garage at the leisurely pace. "You're not rooming with him, are you?"
"Uh - " Lance made a face. "Well I'm supposed to be, but I have a feeling the door will be padlocked by the time I get there."
"Really?" Al raised an eyebrow. "I would think that with Booker's injury, they couldn't - uh - "
"They've very creative," Lance muttered, thinking glumly about the coming night, for which he had no bag, no bed, and no shower.
"You can stay with me if you want," Al offered. "I've got a single room, so there's only one bed, but you're welcome to half of it."
"You're a life saver Al." Lance smiled at the older man as they climbed into Al's car, heading out of the parking garage toward the nearby hotel.
"No problem," Al replied, giving Lance a smile in return.
When they got to the hotel, Lance found, to his delight, that his travel bag had been removed from the room he had been sharing with Goldust and left at the front desk for him. "That must've been Booker's idea," Lance told Al cheerfully as they took the elevator up to their room. "Dust drives me nuts sometimes, but Booker is a really good guy."
"Makes you wonder what they see in each other," Al commented. "You'd think Goldust would go for someone more eccentric, like - I don't know, Rico or something."
Lance chuckled. "I could give you a list of guys he'd have to fight off to get there."
"True." Al shook his head. "You know I just don't get some things. I see the guys go crazy for Rico every time we film Heat - Stevie, Maven; hell, even Tommy Dreamer wants him."
"There's no accounting for taste, Al," Lance supplied with a shrug.
"Yeah, I guess." Al chuckled, stopping at the proper door and sliding his key-card through the lock. "So which side of the bed do you want?" he questioned, flipping on the light as they entered the room.
"Makes no difference to me." Lance shrugged, setting his bag down on a chair. He bent down, unzipping the front pocket and taking out his toothbrush. "Mind if I use the bathroom first? I'm always quick."
"No problem." Al yawned, pulling off his shirt and flopping down onto the bed. "I'll just test the bed out to make sure I get the good side."
Lance chuckled, shaking his head and heading into the bathroom. When he emerged, he found the lights off and a lump under the bed covers. Turning off the bathroom light, he moved silently into the room, stripping down to his briefs and sliding under the covers of the unoccupied side of the bed. He faced away from Al, closing his eyes and preparing to sleep.
He wasn't expecting to feel a hand touch his waist. Opening his eyes, he peeked over his shoulder. Al was facing him, and even in the dark Lance could make out the small grin on his face. He was propped up on his elbow, his hair loose and flowing around his shoulders. "You do seem repressed," Al breathed, his fingers caressing the skin around Lance's naval.
"Uh." Lance cleared his throat, turning to face Al. He gazed through the darkness into the older man's eyes, his heart beginning to beat faster. "Al?"
"You really should try it," Al purred, his fingers trailing down Lance's hip.
"What?" Lance asked softly.
Al grinned, leaning in close to whisper in Lance's ear. "Head," he breathed.
Lance swallowed. "I - I've had head before," he stuttered.
"Recently?" Al murmured, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below Lance's ear.
"Mmm." Lance closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Al's lips caressing his face while Al's hand found it's way to his thigh. "No."
"Mmmhmm. I thought so." Al gently rolled Lance onto his back, pushing the bedcovers down to their ankles. He shifted so he was kneeling over Lance, leaning far enough down that their bare chests were touching. "Let me loosen you up," he purred, his lips making a path down the side of Lance's neck. Lance relaxed, keeping his eyes closed as Al kissed his way gently down his chest. He gasped when Al reached his naval, the older man pausing for a moment to tease it with his tongue before moving lower.
Lance had to bite his lip as Al's gentle hands slid his briefs down, revealing his growing erection. He gasped again, his body tensing as a warm tongue flicked out to touch the head of his cock. His breathing was growing heavier as Al's tongue lavished attention on his head. It was a sweet torture, a seemingly brief prelude to the feeling of a warm mouth engulfing him.
"Al," he gasped, his hands clenching the sheets. "God. Mmm." Firm hands grasped his hips, holding him still as the mouth bobbed up and down on him in a heavenly rhythm. He had to bite his lip again, struggling to stop his climax from coming too soon. He felt a squeeze on his hip, and opened his eyes, looking down to meet Al's gorgeous brown eyes. Al did nothing but raise his eyebrows, but he got the message across. Nodding, Lance let himself relax again, gasping as his shuddering climax hit him.
He closed his eyes again, taking a few deep breaths as the warm mouth withdraw and Al's body shifted. Soft lips delivered a kiss to his cheek, a queue to open his eyes. He did so, sighing contentedly as his eyes again met Al's. Al grinned, a devilish twinkle in his eyes. "Feel less repressed?" he whispered.
"Mmm. Yes," Lance replied, wrapping his arms around Al's neck. He leaned in for a kiss, raising an eyebrow when Al stopped him.
"Want me to brush my teeth first?" Al offered, grinning impishly at Lance.
Lance rolled his eyes, answering with actions rather than words. He brought his lips together with Al's, closing his eyes to enjoy a long, savory kiss. Both man wore contented smiles as they draw apart.
"Room with me tomorrow?" Al asked softly as he wrapped his arms around Lance's back, pulling the younger man against his chest.
"I would love to," Lance whispered, a small, happy grin playing at his lips as he rested his cheek against Al's warm, inviting chest.
THE END