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He’s already starting to tent, half hard by the time Lance pulls his freshly worn jeans down and lets it pool at his ankles. Lance grips Esteban’s thighs, his hands hot against Esteban’s skin. Esteban typically runs cold.

Lance eyes Esteban’s bare cock with some inscrutable emotion in his eyes, face carefully blank. It does nothing to deter Esteban, however, being studied like he’s being watched under a microscope.

Lance finally breaks the stalemate, leaning in to lave his tongue along Esteban’s shaft, one broad swipe of his tongue that’s too dry and rough and sends electricity zipping down Esteban’s spine. Esteban’s hands fly out to Lance’s head, slipping into his hair and gripping lightly as a way to ground himself.

Lance gives an approving hum as he gets to work, tongue wetter with each lick and working Esteban to full hardness. The walls are far too thin, and Esteban is highly conscious of it as he stifles as much of his noises by biting down on his bottom lip as he can.

Lance finally takes Esteban’s cock fully into his mouth in one obscenely smooth motion, almost down to the fucking hilt. Esteban’s not a cocky man, but he’s certainly not small, but Lance takes it like a fucking professional and Esteban throws his head back with a muffled groan, the sting in his skull from hitting the wall overshadowed by the slick sound of his cock in Lance’s sinful mouth and the pleasure building rapidly down south.

Esteban forces himself to keep his eyes open despite his body resisting the motion. He looks down, chest heaving, at Lance—his face flushed a pretty red, lips stretched obscenely around Esteban’s cock, fingers digging into Esteban’s thighs.

Lance isn’t loud in bed, his pleasure evident in the way he picks up his pace, bobbing his head faster, saliva pooling in his mouth and his movements getting sloppier.

Esteban’s the opposite; he struggles to keep quiet, fear of the paper thin walls of his driver’s room completely forgotten as a mismatch of French and English curses and praises fall out his lips, fingers tightening in Lance’s hair, tugging in time with Lance’s movements.

He comes to the sight of Lance looking up at him, eyes glazed over and pupils blown wide, cheeks ruddy red and a thin trail of drool sliding down to his chin from the corner of his lips.

Lance drinks it all in with a quiet groan, eyelashes fluttering as his eyes fall shut.

Later, when Esteban has tucked himself back into his pants and helped Lance stand up, they share a quiet kiss, close-lipped and far too chaste for what they had just done.

But Lance smiles afterward, a gentle curve of his lips that lets Esteban know that he’s alright. That this will pass and they’ll be back to talking as they usually do, and that nothing has changed.

Release: October 5, 1992

Lyrics:

Oooooooh, I will

Don't cry baby

Kiss me and say farewell

Nothing's gonna break the spell

And if you're thinking time will tell me girl

I want you to know..

Every minute of every single day

Even when I'm miles away (miles away)

I'll keep the promises I made

I want you to know..

I will be faithful to my lover's prayer

Faithful - and I don't care

If the world around us gives up on love

I will make you see

You can count on me

I will be faithful -

Faithful to my lover's prayer

To my lover's prayer

Listen baby

You can lean on me

Though we sail on stormy seas

Nothing good comes easily

But I, I won't let you down..

I will be faithful to my lover's prayer

Faithful - and I don't care

If the world around us gives up on love

I will make you see

You can count on me

I will be faithful -

Faithful to my lover's prayer

Baby you can lean on me

You can lean on me

Baby you can lean on me

You can lean on me

Baby you can lean on me

You can lean on me

Baby you can lean on me

You can lean on me..

Trust me baby this is not goodbye

There's no need for you to cry

What we've got's too strong

To be denied, yeah

Songwriter:

I will be faithful to my lover's prayer

Faithful - and I don't care

If the world around us gives up on love

I will make you see

You can count on me

I will be faithful to my lover's prayer

Gonna be faithful to the dream we share, to the dream we share

If the world around us gives up on love

I will make you see

You can count on me

I will be faithful

Faithful to my lover's prayer

Ooooh ooooh faithful, awww

Faithful, faithful to the dream we share

Ooooh ooooh faithful

Gonna be faithful yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ooooh ooooh faithful, oooh yeah

Faithful, faithful

Oooh oooooh faithful

Baby you can lean on me

Ooooh ooooh faithful

Baby you can lean on me

Ooooh ooooh faithful

Peter Cox /Richard Drummie / Martin Page

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