Copyright October 2-3, 2004 by Matthew Haldeman-Time

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Nick/Brian/JC/Justin

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys and *NSYNC are their own people.  The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life.  These writings are works of fiction.  I make no money from this venture.

"Attained" is the last and final story in the "Attainable" series.  Thank you to everyone who's read.

        That person probably would have included something like this on that list of impossibilities.  A relationship like this, of best friends and lovers and boyfriends and soulmates and even former rivals.  A moment like this, with two of them playing Scrabble and one of them stealing letters to spell dirty words and one of them distracting the hell out of him by nibbling on his ear.  Nick turned his head, catching Justin's mouth in a kiss.

        Brian had told him once that anything was possible.  All goals were achievable, one way or another.  Even the impossible was attainable.  You just had to find the right way to tackle it.

        Nick preferred tackling Brian when Brian was fresh from the shower.  He smelled like soap and he was always still damp behind his ears and between his toes.

        Justin started laughing.  Nick followed Justin's line of sight until he saw what Brian was spelling out on the table.  One more S and he'd have "JC is my kinky sex master."

        "I'm not the one who just put 'pervert' on the board," JC said.

        "I had a bunch of E's and R's," Nick said.  "It was Justin's idea."

        "I don't know why you're even playing this game," Justin said, handing Brian an S from Nick's tray.

        Nick picked up another tile to replace the S.  "We agreed to spend two nights a week doing something together that wasn't sex, clubbing, or TV.  It was either this, Twister, or laundry.  You know how Brian gets around clean laundry."

        Justin made an amused sound of agreement, nuzzling behind Nick's other ear this time.  "Next time, we're playing cards."

        "Poker," Nick agreed.  Justin being on him was starting to make him hard.  He found JC's naked foot under the table, stroking it with his own.  JC stroked back, giving him a private smile.

        "Strip poker," Brian said.

        "Normal poker," Nick said.  "And we're playing for cash, not sexual favors," he added.  Brian just smiled.

        JC used the P in "pervert" to spell "penis."  His toes were rubbing above Nick's ankle.

        Nick used the S in "penis" to make "suck."

        "Yeah, this is a wholesome, nonsexual evening," Justin said.  He leaned in behind Nick, his cheek right beside Nick's, his arms around Nick's shoulders.  Nick reached back to stroke his hair while Brian walked around to lean in beside JC, studying JC's letters and murmuring something that made JC laugh and turn red.

        "I was thinking," Justin said.

        Nick tugged gently on Justin's hair, kissing his cheek, waiting for JC to stop flirting with Brian and spell something.  Then he realized that Justin hadn't finished.  "What?" he asked.

        "Never mind," Justin said, his arms tightening around Nick's shoulders.

        JC's foot slipped away from Nick's, and he stopped teasing Brian.  Nick took that to mean that whatever was going on was important.  "What?" JC asked.

        Justin pulled away from Nick, straightening and moving to stand by Brian's vacated spot near the extra letters.  He shrugged, spelling out "cock."  "I was just thinking about getting a house.  In L.A."

        Nick didn't get it.  "You already have a house in L.A."

        "I meant," Justin scrambled the letters and met his eyes.  "I meant for the four of us."

        Oh.

        "You're about to go out there, and I know you have a place there already, but I was thinking...  We all spend time there, and it'd be kind of nice to have sort of a second home there, instead of separate houses."

        A second home.

        "It would be nice," Brian said, moving away from JC to squeeze Justin's hand.

        "We'd be all over the tabloids again," JC said.

        "They can't prove anything," Brian said.  "I think it's a great idea.  Instead of staying at Nick's house or your house or Justin's house when we're there, we can have our house.  I'd love to have a second home for us.  We're going to be spending a lot of time there over the next few months."

        "This place is kind of small," Justin said.  "I thought in L.A. we could get something bigger.  We have to get something with a pool."

        "An indoor pool," Brian said.  "We could have a lot of fun in a pool, but outside someone would see us."

        "It shouldn't be hard to find something," JC said.  "Between the four of us, money won't be a problem."

        "We have to get something with a bigger garage," Justin said.

        A second home.  What came after that?  Marriage?  Kids?  White picket fences?  A place in New York?  One in London?  One in Kentucky, or Tennessee, or whatever the hell was between Kentucky and Tennessee?  Nick had travelled too much to suck at geography.  He kind of thought that there was nothing between Kentucky and Tennessee, but that couldn't be right.

        Were they really going to do this?  Commit to two houses?  Two homes?  One house said commitment.  Two houses said Commitment.  This was making plans, counting on a future together, expecting to need two real homes.  He wasn't going to have his house and our house anymore.  Everything would be ours, we, us.

        JC already drove his cars damn near every single day.  Justin wore his clothes.  JC hung out with his friends.  Justin talked to his family.  And there was nothing in his life that Brian wasn't a part of.

        He looked at Justin.  "You're not trying to get married or anything, are you?"

        "No!"  Justin threw an N at him, then an O for good measure.  "I like the set-up we have here, and I don't want us to keep losing it every time somebody goes to L.A.  You two are going soon, we have to be there later, it makes sense to get a place together so we don't have to shuffle around from my place to your place."

        "We could fly out and look at some houses," JC said.

        "We're never going to find a place we all like," Nick said.

        "We found this house," Brian said.

        "Yeah, and we all hate it," Nick said.

        "I love this house," Justin said.

        "You think it's too small," Nick reminded him.

        "Yeah, it is," Justin admitted.

        "The garage only has room for four cars and the driveway's fucking crowded," Nick said.

        "Yeah, I know, and JC's always parking your damned cars in my spaces," Justin said.

        "Start coming home earlier and you can get the good spots," JC said.

        "The bathroom's too small, there aren't enough outlets in the kitchen, the bedroom is a fucking sauna all summer, the windows upstairs are tiny, and the community has crappy ass security," Nick said.  "Plus we need about ten more closets for your shit alone.  Why do you love it here?"

        Justin smiled.  "You fell in love with me here."

        "Oh, awww," Brian said, hugging Justin.

        "I love that," JC said, rising to hug Justin and Brian.

        "Oh, god, you're so fucking sappy," Nick groaned, but he got up and hugged everybody, too.  He kissed Justin.  "I like this house, too."  He did.  Brian had taught him how to make soup from scratch right here in this kitchen.  He always overseasoned it but JC always loved it.  He and JC had turned one of the upstairs bedrooms into a big closet for Justin.  The shelves were kind of crooked but Justin said he loved it.  Last weekend JC had gone to New York and taken Brian, and Nick couldn't even begin to guess what they'd done together up there, but he and Justin had made love all damned weekend, until they were drugged with each other and couldn't remember a time when they hadn't been flesh to flesh, wrapped up in each other and whispering "I love you."

        A new house could be good, too.  That was kind of scary, because that meant that this was really happening.  This wasn't an experiment, or a phase; this was his life.

        Well, if they were going to do it, then, "We have to get a basketball court."

        "Absolutely," Brian agreed.

        "Inside or outside?" JC asked.

        Justin grinned.  "Both."

        Nick kissed him, pushing him back into the table a little, wrapping both arms around him and sucking on his tongue.  Justin started rubbing Nick's body, moaning a little, and Nick cupped his ass, urging him closer.  "Where the hell's West Virginia?"

        Justin blinked at him.  "What?"

        "Kind of east and north of Kentucky," Brian said.

        Justin pulled on his shoulder, bringing him in, kissing him again.  He got rid of Justin's shirt, getting his hands on naked skin, hearing himself moan when Justin ground against him, hard and wanting it.

        But, damn it, "Then what the hell's between Kentucky and Tennessee?"

        "What?" Justin demanded.

        JC was laughing.  "Nothing," Brian said.  "They border almost the whole way across."

        "Oh."  He kissed Justin again, and Justin made an irritated noise but kissed him back.  Justin's skin was really, mmm, tempting, and Justin's hands were in his hair, and the way Justin was moaning and the way Justin was moving made him want to put his mouth on Justin's dick and really make Justin - - "Damn it, are you sure?" he asked Brian.

        "Yes!" Justin shouted.  "Kentucky's on the top, Tennessee's on the bottom, we can draw you a damned U.S. map if you want, or we could fly up there and you can walk the damned border, or Brian could fuck me and we could act it out for you!  If you don't-"

        Nick grinned.  "Really?"

        "Yes, really," Brian said, sounding intrigued.  "Come on," he said to Justin, tugging Justin in, eyes sparkling, hands wandering, "let's show him."  Brian kissed Justin, making a quiet, warm sound, and Justin made a slow, aroused sound back, and then they were moving, still kissing on their way to the bedroom, Brian opening Justin's jeans, Justin backing Brian into the doorway.

        "He'll take any excuse to jump on Justin," JC said, as Brian and Justin disappeared into the bedroom.

        "Yeah, me, too," Nick said.  "Come on, let's go watch."

        Since there were four of them, it always seemed easier to pair off.  But Nick had an odd "the grass is greener" mentality, and no matter what he was doing, he'd always check out the action on the other side of the bed, and it always looked so fucking hot he wanted some.  So he'd coax whoever was over there to join him, and people would start switching places.  Eventually, they'd all blend into each other, and there would be a sweaty tangle of bodies pushing towards ecstasy together.  It was weird, though, how Nick never lost sight of which body parts belonged to which person.  Fucking a random ass was nothing compared to fucking Brian, who always moaned until Nick's balls ached and still felt so fucking tight and so fucking right; or compared to fucking JC, who liked it slow and deep and acted like it felt so good it hurt; or compared to fucking Justin, who pushed and pulled and twisted and came like it was new every time.

        When JC fucked Justin, though, Justin always made a breathy, moaning noise he never made for anyone else.  Nick had tried to get him to do it, but he just wouldn't; it was a special noise that only JC could elicit.  Nick liked that, though.  He liked that JC could do things to Justin that no one else could.  Like when Brian fucked Justin, Justin cursed a lot.  "Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh god, oh yes, fuck me fuck me fuck, fuck, yes, oh..."  He always sounded so damned desperate about it, Nick got hard and wanted to join in.

        Whenever Justin sucked his dick, he got claw marks on his thighs.  Whenever JC fucked him, JC moaned, "I want you, I need you, Nick, fuck me," right in his ear, which absolutely made him fucking crazy.  They even touched him differently, and he touched them differently, and even in the grip of passion in a tangle of limbs with lust thick in the air, he knew Brian.  He knew Justin.  He knew JC.

        Tonight was no different.  When he finally buried his aching dick in Justin's hot ass, Justin shuddered and clutched at him, moaning his name.  He fucked Justin until the ache turned to need and Justin was begging and every thrust had Justin writhing against him and Justin was coming with that shocked, relieved groan.  Then he let go, slamming in and coming hard, jerking Justin down onto his dick and moaning with the release of orgasm.  Justin shuddered, kissing him, and he was just coming down when hands were on them, pulling them apart.  JC crawled over Justin, and Nick rolled into Brian's embrace, moaning at Brian's slow kiss and moaning again at the sound of Justin in pleasure.

        When everything was over, and he was in the middle with Justin, Brian spooned up behind him stroking his hip, JC caressing his hand where it rested on Justin's chest, Nick said, "I think that's six."

        "Six what?" Justin murmured sleepily, rolling over to press into him, slowly wrapping around him like their bodies worked better if their internal organs touched.

        Nick rolled his eyes, accomodating Justin's parasitic tendencies.  JC shifted closer, stroking Justin's hair, Nick's cheek.  "Six houses."

        "Houses," Justin agreed vaguely, half asleep.

        "Houses?" JC asked.

        "Orlando, L.A., New York, London, Memphis, and god knows we have to get a place somewhere in Kentucky," Nick said.

        "There's nothing wrong with Kentucky," Brian said.

        "There's nothing in Kentucky," Nick said.

        Justin said something that sounded like "Memphis" and tightened his embrace.

        JC was smiling that amazing, happy smile that made Nick feel like he'd just given JC something precious.  "What?" Nick asked.  "It's just, it seems like that's what we're leading up to, so we should just go ahead and do it."

        JC managed to manuever around Justin and press a kiss to Nick's mouth.  Nick watched the slow rise of his lashes with fascination.  "I think that's a great idea," JC said softly, fingers stroking back through Nick's hair.

        Brian kissed his shoulder, nuzzling at his nape.  "I think it sounds perfect."

        Nick knew that JC would want to have an "I would love to live anywhere with you, and it means so much to me that you want this" talk with him later, and Brian would want to have a "Thank you for supporting Justin, you know that coming from you this means the world to him, I'm proud of you and I love you and it means everything to me that I can share this love for you with JC and Justin" talk with him later, but thank god they weren't trying to start right now.  Right now, he could just gaze into JC's loving eyes and enjoy Brian's touch and ignore the body heat of Justin plastered against every inch of his skin.

        Brian fell asleep first.  Nick watched JC's eyes drift shut.

        "You didn't have to say that."  Justin's voice was quiet, respecting Brian and JC's rest.

        "I know."  Nick rubbed his fingers between Justin's shoulder blades.

        "There really is nothing in Kentucky."

        Nick snorted.  "Trust me, I know."

        Justin shifted against him, coming up a little closer, face to face.  "I'm sure we'll find something to do, though."

        Nick had to smile, a little.  "Yeah."

        Justin kissed him, staying close.  "I love you, you know."

        "Yeah."  He loved the way Justin looked in the soft glow of the lamp, the light blush across his cheeks, the softness of his mouth.  "I love you, too."

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