Brian
Copyright December 4-18, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex
Pairing: Brian/Drew/Nick
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise 98 Degrees and the Backstreet Boys 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. This writing is a work of fiction. I make no money from this venture.
Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor and the Savage Garden slashwriters.
Wherein they have pancakes, milk, and sex.
Notice: Mid-"Destiny" "Slice of Life."
Drew grabbed the pan from Nick's hands. "I'll make the pancakes."
"You don't know how," Nick said.
"I know I'm not putting in a cup of eggs," Drew said.
"We'd better hurry," Nick said. "Sometimes he comes to find me when he wakes up alone."
"We wore him out last night so he'd be tired and not want to get out of bed," Drew reminded Nick, measuring half a cup of milk.
Nick took the milk from Drew and poured out a glassful of it for Brian, then got an orange from the refrigerator. "We don't have flowers. Aren't we supposed to have flowers?"
"Check the cupboard in the next room," Drew said, making sure that the pan was hot enough.
"What?" Nick asked. When Drew didn't answer, he left the kitchen. Seconds later, he was back with a small vaseful of flowers. Burgundy roses. "You got him flowers."
"I thought they might look nice," Drew said, pouring batter into the pan.
Nick grinned. Drew was embarrassed. "I thought Brian was the romantic one. And you're buying roses for your wife."
"He is not my wife," Drew said.
"Not your wife? You're single? You want to go out sometime?" Nick asked. He inspected the flowers. "They smell good." He arranged them in the vase. "I'm horny."
Drew was ignoring him.
"You gave me one little morning-breath kiss. I never start my day without at least one good grope."
"We're going back up in a minute," Drew said.
"To feed Brian, not for sex. And he doesn't let me play with syrup anymore. He'll eat and smell the roses and make lovey-dovey eyes with you, and I won't get laid."
"I'm sure you'll get laid."
"I'd better." Nick condescended to get utensils and condiments. He arranged the tray while Drew finished the pancakes. "He still hasn't come down yet. I guess we did wear him out good."
Drew's blush was from the heat of the stove. He arranged the stack of pancakes on the plate, turning off the burner. Looked like they were ready.
Nick carried the tray up to their bedroom. He set it on the floor, stretching alongside Brian on the bed. Brian slept soundly, swaddled in blankets. Nick held one rose by its stem, teasing Brian's face with the petals, caressing Brian's neck with the flower.
Drew, on Brian's other side, slipped a hand beneath the covers and stroked Brian's smooth, warm skin. "Brian. Brian," he repeated, keeping his voice low. He watched satin petals grace Brian's cheekbone.
Nick plucked one petal free and reached over to rub it against Drew's lips. Drew blushed and pushed away Nick's hand.
"Brian, wake up," Drew said. "We brought you breakfast."
"Pancakes are getting cold," Nick said, tugging down bedclothes, ducking his head and kissing Brian's shoulder. He kissed his way down to Brian's left nipple.
Drew stroked Nick's hair. "Brian."
Blue eyes opened. Brian made a soft noise and blinked himself awake. Desire ached in his eyes for a moment as he registered the fact of Nick's erotic attention. He saw Drew; his lips parted over happiness and want.
Drew wanted to see what else Nick might do to Brian. He wanted to respond to Brian's desire. He wanted to kiss Brian and let himself be drawn into love. He cleared his throat. "We brought you breakfast."
Without warning, Nick sat up and reached down for the tray. Brian's erection tented the bedclothes. "Eat up." He set the tray over Brian's thighs. "Milk's getting cold."
Drew wanted to stroke Brian's hard cock through the sheets. Naked, in his hand. He tried not to look at it.
Brian sat up, looking at the food on the tray. He was surprised to see it.
"We're being romantic," Nick explained. "It's Drew's idea. Look, he got you flowers. I poured the milk."
Brian was touched. "Thank you." His lips were soft against Drew's cheek. His fingers brushed Drew's mouth. He turned and stroked his hand up the back of Nick's neck, kissed Nick's cheek.
Nick turned his face mere inches and kissed Brian's mouth, taking advantage of the moment. Drew watched Brian's lips part for Nick's soft tongue. Nick didn't seem to care about the breakfast much right then; kissing Brian was more important. As he watched, Drew felt pricking shivers up his back, down his arms.
Brian ducked away, pushing at Nick's chest. "Let me eat this breakfast." He squeezed Drew's hand and reached for the glass of milk.
Nick picked up the orange and began to peel it with his fingers. "Am I still banned from syrup?"
"Yes," Brian said, spreading butter on his pancakes.
"But Drew can experiment with it, if he wants."
"Drew doesn't want to," Brian said.
"But if he did."
"He doesn't."
"But if he did," Nick said. "He's allowed."
Drew leaned back against the headboard, letting his gaze travel down Brian's spine. He began at the nape, noticing the sensitive skin and remembering how it tasted, and went all the way down Brian's back to the base of the spine, following pale skin to Brian's smooth little ass. He lost the thread of the conversation entirely at that point.
Nick noticed Drew's distraction. While he finished peeling the orange, and as he argued with Brian, he saw where Drew was staring.
Drew licked his lips.
Nick grinned and fed Brian a slice of orange. When Brian returned to eating pancakes, Nick set the rest of the orange sections on Brian's tray, except for one. That last one he tore.
Brian looked at him, confused. "What are you doing?"
Nick rested his fingers at Brian's shoulder and pinched the orange slice hard. Sweet citrus juice trickled down Brian's shoulder, down Brian's back.
Drew licked it up. His tongue was soft and wet on Brian's skin. He followed the trail until he found Nick's fingers; his mouth left Brian's skin and Brian watched Nick's eyes close.
Brian gripped his fork until the handle dug into his fingers, to keep from reaching down to satisfy his twitching cock. Seeing Nick in sexual arousal always affected him. The skin of his shoulder blade chilled as air hit the damp patch where Drew's mouth had been.
Drew opened his mouth, sitting back slowly, releasing Nick's fingers.
Nick caught his breath and managed to look away from Drew.
Brian shifted back, sitting against Drew, pulling the tray closer. Slowly, the heat of desire settled into a gentle, steady simmer. Brian resumed eating, starting pointless conversation. Drew held him; Nick fed him orange slices.
The orange was juicy and sweet. Brian remembered Nick letting those drops of orange juice trail back from his shoulder. He remembered Drew's reaction. He remembered Drew's mouth on his skin last night, too. Drew's body naked against his. Drew's body naked against Nick's...
Nick realized that he was the only one still in the conversation. Drew had been quiet for a while, and Brian was far off into Deep Thoughts Land. "Yo, am I boring you? Do you want to go back to sleep?"
Brian blinked and looked up at him. "No. No."
"Okay. What?" Something was happening in Brian's brain. Wheels turning or something.
Brian took the last orange slice and sat up farther, putting the tray on the floor. He leaned closer to Nick, who leaned away from him, unsure of his intentions. Brian pursued Nick, reaching up until his fingers were just beneath Nick's chin.
Nick tilted his head up, wanting to trust but wanting to escape. His eyes narrowed as he tried to judge whether or not he needed to leave the bed entirely.
A slender trickle of cool, wet liquid made its slow way down Nick's neck. The long column of exposed skin made a perfect surface for an immature river of sweet juice. Beads slid from beneath the line of his chin past his voicebox on their way to his collarbone.
Before Nick could push Brian away or wipe his hand over his neck, Brian ducked aside while pulling Drew closer. Drew saw what Brian offered, and didn't need the momentum of Brian's urging anymore. Nick's eyes opened wide and shocked as Drew found his neck. With a hand on his back, Drew lowered him to the mattress, sucking the citrus juice from his skin.
Drew made his way up Nick's neck to Nick's chin. Soft tongue, wet juice, Nick's arching back, Drew's hungry mouth, smooth skin, burn and rasp of stubble, focused passion, the lure of desire's abandon.
Nick was in mid-gasp when Drew's mouth cut off his air supply. When he felt Drew's arousal brush his hip, he bucked up and ground against it, half-delirious from friction. Something teased his brain for a second, but he was too busy being kissed to care.
Drew broke the kiss to breathe and went right back to Nick's mouth for more. But in that quick second, he'd muttered something, and Nick's ears had caught it. It had included Brian's name. Brian. Nick remembered now. They'd brought breakfast for Brian. Flowers, even. It was Brian's morning. Drew should be on Brian, not on him.
Oh, god, Drew was humping and grinding hard. He never should have gotten dressed.
No, Brian. Brian's breakfast. They were supposed to...supposed to be...sup... Oh, god, Drew. Nick tried to find the breath to moan.
Drew moaned just then, and stopped kissing Nick. Without so much as apologizing to Nick, he rolled off of Nick and onto his back, arms spread, knees bent. Annoyed at being left like that, Nick looked over and saw the situation. Brian's hand was right there, right on Drew's crotch, groping and massaging. Drew's heels dug into the mattress; Drew's hips thrust up into Brian's hand. Drew was in that horny, helpless place, where he was a slave to Brian's every whim until Brian let him come.
Brian wasn't ready to let him come.
Nick got naked while he watched. He could see that oranges were going to be right under syrup on the no-no list. It wasn't his fault. Okay, so he'd started it, but only a little. Brian was the one who'd escalated things. Siccing Drew on him like that.
And now poor horny Drew was about to come in his pants. Nick could help. Help Drew out of his pants. Help Drew come. Help Brian make Drew come. Brian was good at making people come. God damn, Brian was good at making people come. Nick had known that for a few years now.
Nick wasn't sure what it was about Brian, what made Brian the Orgasm King. It was a combination of things, a million things. The smile, the sparkle, the love, the lust, the warmth, the heat. Brian's eyes, Brian's voice, the way he looked, the way he felt. Sometimes Brian's desire for Nick's orgasm was the trigger. Brian wanted him to come, wanted to push him over that edge, wanted to watch. Sometimes it was Brian's poetry, Brian's love. Sometimes it was the contradiction of friendly innocence and sheer kinkiness. Brian was one of the nicest, friendliest guys on the planet, but he had a kinky streak sixty-nine miles wide.
Nick had never stood a chance.
Now Drew was under Brian's spell, too. Wrapped around Brian's finger. Drew was destined to live as Nick did: hopelessly, helplessly, desperately in love with the straightest bi man on the planet. Nick could see it in Drew, recognized it as shared. They loved Brian, loved him more every day, fell deeper into love with every look, every word, every touch. The worst part of it was, Brian wasn't even trying. Brian had them, hook, line, and sinker, with no effort on his part. Brian was himself, and they were drawn like bees to honey. Like flies to flypaper. Like JC to Justin.
Drew was down to his underwear now, and Brian was mouthing him through the cotton. Nick watched Drew's muscles flex as Drew struggled to stay calm. It was a losing battle. When Brian slid a finger up inside the leg of Drew's boxers to stroke the sensitive skin where thigh met torso, Drew spread his legs and tilted his pelvis, offering Brian anything and everything.
Brian reached up to Drew's waistband, pulling Drew's underwear down and off. Exposed, Drew experienced a moment of shyness and confusion. But that moment was short-lived, overriden by a return to the search for satisfaction when Nick made his move.
Drew's body was naked, hot, and eager under Nick. Drew's hands tried to find purchase on Nick's back as Drew thrust up against Nick's hip. His kiss was quick and determined, ignoring the tone that Nick tried to set in favor of innocent, untamed greed.
Nick wanted Drew to fuck Brian. It was Brian's morning, after all. And Drew was in the mood for it. He'd better hurry, too, because Drew was getting ready to come just thrusting against him. But if he got Drew to fuck Brian, that would mean that Drew wouldn't be with him like this. And Nick was enjoying himself.
Nick wanted Drew.
Wanted Drew's body, Drew's kiss, Drew's cock. God, Drew was sexy. And so fucking good.
Nick realized that he was moaning, rocking up into Drew's thrusts, all but begging Drew to fuck him. He wanted Drew, wanted Drew in full and deep, wanted Drew to fuck him and fuck him and fuck him and god, more, yes, now...
Nick was on his hands and knees, gasping for breath, with Drew's quick fingers stroking his prostate, getting him slick and ready. He felt the blunt, round head of Drew's cock against his ass, and he shuddered. He wanted it, and oh god he was going to get it.
"Drew." Brian's voice.
Drew hesitated.
Nick's ass spasmed around Drew's index finger. Now, now, now...
Drew's finger jerked, plunging deeper without warning. Nick almost came. It had been an involuntary movement. Nick turned his head, trying to see. What was distracting Drew at this most important moment?
Brian was lounging back at the foot of the bed, stroking his naked erection, gaze potent from beneath lowered lashes. He said Drew's name in a soft, coaxing tone. His every movement beckoned.
Drew was beginning to turn away from Nick, towards Brian.
Nick made a split-second decision. His every pulse throbbed with want. He was going to get some regardless of which boyfriend gave it to him. Drew was on the way to Brian, but Drew was slowed by shyness. Nick had no such problem.
Nick beat Drew to Brian by a good grope, tackling and rolling. This was Brian's morning, and Brian was going to get all of his attention. Nick guided Brian's hand between his legs and back past his balls, encouraging Brian to feel how ready he was. Brian's finger slipped inside and proved, once again, that Brian Littrell knew Nick Carter's body as well as, if not better than, God Himself. Nick had intended to hook his foot over Brian's shoulder, so that Brian could make no mistake about his intentions or desires, but as soon as Brian's knowing touch laid him bare, Nick could do no more than moan and beg.
"Tell me," Brian said, twisting three fingers deep.
Nick told him. Without plotting, without calculating, Nick told Brian all that he wanted, all that he needed. While there were certain things that Nick couldn't say to Drew, because Drew wasn't ready to hear them, Nick could say it all to Brian, and did.
Brian made love to him until he couldn't talk at all anymore. Then they played some more with Drew, and then they played some more with Drew, and then they got all clean and dressed, and then Nick and Drew took Brian's tray downstairs, and then on the way back up to the bedroom, Nick seduced Drew right on the stairs.
A good breakfast was the
best way to start the day.