Competition

Competition, a "Slice of Life" set during "Destiny" Part Four

Rating: R, I think

Pairings (so to speak): Nick Carter/Drew Lachey/Brian Littrell, Nick Lachey/Jeff Timmons

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, the Savage Garden slashers, and Kyla.

Wherein Jeff's an insider; practice makes perfect; and when the Lacheys are away...

Notice: Kyla asked what happened with Jeff and his thong when the Lachey brothers went on their date. Here's my answer.

        "Jeff!" Drew shouted.

        "What?" Jeff shouted.

        "I'm taking Nick out. I'll have him home by the end of the week."

        "Don't rush," Nick muttered. "Take your time."

        "You want him to take his time out alone on a date with-" Jeff began, grinning.

        "Okay, in and out, five seconds," Nick said.

        "Is that a commentary on Drew's technique?" Jeff asked.

        "No talking about sex," Nick said. "You're not allowed to talk about sex with Drew. He's my Drew. You can't have any."

        They heard the front door open and close.

        "Good-bye!" Nick shouted. "Have a nice time! Don't let him fuck you!"

        "He won't try," Jeff said.

        "I would," Nick said. "How can you not try? It's Drew."

        "They'll have a good time," Brian said. "Nick will relax and they'll-"

        "And they'll fuck each other."

        "Nick, stop it."

        "Then we can fuck Jeff."

        Jeff raised his eyebrows.

        "I didn't say that," Nick said, as quickly as he could. "I wouldn't say that. Brian, change the subject."

        "Did you-"

        "Are you wearing a thong?"

        Brian sat on Nick. "Nick'll be okay with Drew getting married."

        "Yeah," Jeff said. "Tonight will be great for him. He just needs the reassurance. And...Drew's okay with Nick being married."

        "But that's to you. There's a difference between a member of 98 Degrees and a member of the Backstreet Boys."

        "We sing better," Nick said.

        "You're an insider," Brian continued.

        "Inside 98 Degrees," Nick said.

        "We're the competition."

        "Inside Drew."

        "In more ways than one, now," Brian said, still ignoring Nick. "Competition for Drew's time and energy and love-"

        "And sex."

        "-and now, the contract of marriage will threaten the contract of brotherhood."

        "Big bad threatening Brian."

        Brian slapped Nick's hand as it reached over Brian's hip. Nick kept reaching. Jeff smiled, watching. Nick's hand closed over its target. "Big, bad-"

        "Nick!"

        "Got that right."

        Brian tried to break free from Nick, but Nick grabbed him at the last minute. Thrown off-balance, Brian fell, and Nick tackled him. Directly before Jeff's feet, Nick pinned Brian, grinning with wicked, triumphant glee.

        "Nick, let me up."

        "Look what I brought you," Nick said to Jeff.

        "Thank you," Jeff said.

        "Nick, let me up."

        "I bet Jeff's wearing a thong."

        "Nick, let me up."

        "I know I'm up."

        "Nick!"

        Nick made a startled, laughing sound and rolled, trying to escape. Brian pursued him, tickling and teasing as they wrestled over the floor. Begging for mercy, Nick made a final burst, getting to his feet and dodging behind Jeff's chair. Brian gave chase, and in a moment was right there, before Jeff, face-to-face, one knee on the armrest.

        Brian was flushed and panting. His eyes sparkled with good humor. Jeff knew, knew, without looking that Brian was half hard.

        Jeff looked.

        Yes.

        "I didn't know that Nick was that ticklish," Jeff said.

        "You have to know where to touch him," Brian said.

        Brian's eyes were very blue.

        "You know where to touch him," Jeff said.

        "I know where to touch him," Brian agreed, and leaned even closer.

        He could kiss Brian. Right now. Close. Here. Brian. Blue. Brian. Mouth. Brian...

        "How did you learn?" Jeff asked, mesmerized by the possibilities of kissing Brian. Close. So close he could almost...

        "I practiced," Brian said. "I touched him. A lot. All. Over."

        Closer. Closer...

        "All...over..."

        Jeff's lips parted.

        Brian's forehead collided with Jeff's and Brian dropped onto the floor.

        "Sorry," Nick said. "My hand slipped." Nick helped up Brian, running proprietary hands over him to make sure that nothing was damaged. "You okay?"

        Flirting was one thing. Getting Nick anxious and overexcited was something else. Trying to kiss Brian, that was other territory. Jeff knew better. And Nick was willing to test boundaries, to stretch limits, but was not willing to share Brian.

        Willing to dump Brian on his ass, yes.

        Willing to let Jeff kiss Brian, no.

        Jeff stood. "I want to get home. Thanks for sharing Drew with Nick tonight."

        "You're leaving?" Nick asked. "Already? At least let the thong stay."

        "I have to go," Jeff said.

        "Do you let Nick see you in the thong?"

        "Yes."

        "Does he touch you in it?"

        "Yes."

        "Does he touch you in it touch you in it?"

        "Yes."

        "Let me touch."

        "Give me your hand."

        "Holy shit."

        Jeff tugged down his jeans a bit and guided Nick's hand to his hip. He let Nick's fingertips find the thin strip of the waistband.

        "Jeff's wearing a thong," Nick said.

        "He is not," Brian said.

        "Right here in front of me."

        "He is not."

        "I'm coming in my pants."

        "You are not."

        Jeff smiled and pushed away Nick's hand. "Enjoy your orgasm. See you tomorrow." He patted Nick's chest and headed for the front door.

        "I like him," Nick said.

        "I noticed."

        "He touched me."

        "Yes."

        "I touched him."

        "Yes."

        "Now I'm going to touch you."

        "Have to catch me first." Brian ducked and ran.

        "Naked!" Nick shouted, and gave chase.

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