Two Straight Guys in Wisconsin: The Amazing Adventures of Chris and His Cock (NC-17)

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I'm back with some fic! Sorry for the wait.

Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Chris/Lance
Length: ~33,800
Author on LJ: rhyssj
Author Website: Experiment V
Why this must be read: To put it simply, Chris. Rhys strikes up this great balance of humor and neurosis that just fits Chris so incredibly well and leave me wanting more. The story is fun and funny and sweet and wacky and everything you would want to see when you throw the five guys of *NSYNC into a cabin in Wisconsin. It's a read that will lift your spirits and leave you laughing.

I dare you to read and not fall in love.

Lance got a bit fresh, which was fine. For a straight guy, Lance seemed a bit too preoccupied with Chris’s fine ass, but Chris wasn’t going to complain. Instead, he fanned his hand low on Lance’s belly and ruffled the soft hair with his finger. Whenever he did, Lance shuddered and smiled against his lips.
The tongue wasn’t quite so freaky this time around either, Chris was happy to note. In fact, he liked it so much he returned the gesture. Lance’s tongue was sweet-tasting and knew when too much was too much, withdrawing and entering at the perfect times. Chris was practically swooning. It was so fucking hot, and he was so hard. He was convinced his cock was going to have the ripple of a zipper against it the next time he saw it.
They heard a loud thump on the door and jumped apart. Chris landed on the floor and immediately closed his eyes to play dead. If they wondered, he, in his old age, fell asleep mid-Goldeneye. Lance was breathing heavy, feigning the same sort of accidental sleep. Chris was only mildly bitter he got the floor. In the real situation, Chris would have pushed Lance off the couch hours ago.
“Shh,” Justin said. Fucking kid, he sounded drunk. “They’re sleeping.”
“Well, wake them up!” Joey flicked on the lights, and Chris hissed. After an hour in the dark, he couldn’t see anything when the room was flooded. He sat up, keeping his hand away from his lips. He hoped they weren’t bruised, and they probably weren’t, but he was sure Lance had given him a hickey.
JC shouted. “Hey boys! Hello!” And flapped his arms around.
Drunk bastards. Chris pushed to his feet and teetered unsteadily, so yeah, he was pretty drunk, too. Lance was sitting up, red in the face and lips still wet. Chris refused to look at him beyond that. JC, anyway, was providing much more entertainment, marching in circles around the room and singing bad show tunes. Justin had his lighter going, waving it in the air.
“I’m going to bed,” Lance muttered. Chris watched him go and couldn’t think of a clever way to invite himself along. Not that Chris expected sex or anything, since he was straight, but Lance was warm and comfortable. Chris certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea, not anymore.

Two Straight Guys in Wisconsin: The Amazing Adventures of Chris and His Cock