Alla
July 9, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17
Pairing (so to speak): Nick Carter/JC Chasez/Brian Littrell/Justin Timberlake
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.
Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor and the Savage Garden slashwriters. I feel like thanking Diamond for stuff, so let's dedicate it to her, too.
Wherein they're all adults, they're kissing, and they're watching TV.
Notice: Eleventh in a series.
He had the vague impression that Nick had come home. He hoped that Nick was still in the house. They needed to talk. He couldn't wait for Nick and Justin to come to terms on their own, not the way things were going; and he'd been hoping that Brian would somehow take care of the problem, deal with Nick, but that was infantile. They were all in this relationship, and they were all adults.
He'd admit that, in moments like this one, when he was alone with Justin, he'd remember the way it used to be. When he and Justin had been one-on-one, just the two of them, with their love and their secret, sharing something special that only they could share. Now they'd opened that bond, including Brian and Nick, changing the dynamics of their own relationship at the same time.
He missed some of the simple things about having a monogamous, two-person relationship, just himself and Justin. But he didn't regret what they'd built with Brian and Nick.
JC kissed Justin's mouth. Soft lips, soft mouth, soft tongue. Justin opened for JC, waking kiss by kiss. Justin made a small, pleased noise and settled back on the mattress, JC rolling on top of him.
Justin was delicious in the morning. Warm and relaxed, open and new. No stresses, pains, or pressures of the day interfered.
Why was Justin dressed?
JC stopped.
"Oh," Justin said, disappointed, and plucked at JC's nipple. "Please?"
"Why are you wearing clothes?"
"Brian got me up. He wanted to talk."
Brian coaxing Justin out of bed. JC wished he'd witnessed it.
A smile played on Justin's lips. "He was in a good mood."
Tension built in JC's groin.
"He's going to make love to me when he comes home."
JC thought about that. Imagined it. He always enjoyed watching Brian with Justin. The way Brian had Justin laughing one minute, then knocked Justin over the brink of orgasm the next minute. Everything was new with Brian. Everything was delightful and shocking.
Justin kissed JC, a chaste kiss, redirecting JC's attention.
"When he comes home?"
"Yes."
"Why do you smell like sex now?"
"Oh."
JC waited.
Justin blushed. "Nick made love to me in the kitchen."
"Nick?"
"It was really good. We should have him checked for something."
JC wanted to make sure he'd understood correctly. "He made love to you?"
"Yeah. It was...different. It felt..."
"Like more than two people with interlocking body parts."
"Yeah." Justin's hands ran over JC's bare shoulders. "I bet I can get him to do it again."
JC kissed him.
"I get laid and you're proud of me," Justin said, breathless. "You have to be the best boyfriend ever."
JC chuckled and kissed him again. "I love you. Come on."
"We're getting up?"
"Justin, Nick had sex with you, Brian's going to come home and have sex with you, it would be rude of me to take advantage of you, too. And no pouting." JC kissed him and hauled him out of the bed. "Besides. I want you to be good and horny when Brian gets here."
"Are you going to watch?"
JC held Justin's hands to
keep them from wandering. "Of course."
And he was writing. That was positive. JC felt better already.
"May I come in?"
Nick looked up. "Yeah." He ran his hand through his hair. He was nervous. He picked up his feet, moving out of the way so that JC could sit.
JC sat angled to face him. "I missed you last night."
"Sorry."
JC studied Nick. He wanted to keep Nick relaxed, so that Nick wouldn't feel the need to put up defenses. "There's a rumor going around that you've been having a good morning."
Nick scratched the back of his head. "Yeah."
"You gave Justin a good morning, too."
Nick grinned a little. "Brian got him worked up."
"How was it?"
Nick looked surprised. "Good."
"There's nothing wrong with the fuck-and-go sex system," JC said. "Some people live by it. But not in this house. Not with Justin. He says that you made love to him this morning. Now that you've tasted the difference, which would you rather do? Use him as a handy alternative to masturbation, or treat him like the person he is - - someone vibrant and sexual who loves you?"
"I don't need a lecture." Nick was well on his way to sullen resentment.
"We don't talk about Justin."
"Why would we?" Nick asked. "He's perfect, you're in love with him."
"If that's all there is to say, I could as easily be talking about you or Brian. There's a little more to Justin than that. I think you know that."
"Yeah," Nick muttered, messing with his pen.
"Did you make love to Justin this morning?"
"You could call it that."
"He's in love with you." JC reached over and tipped up Nick's chin. "I'm in love with you, too."
Nick looked at him.
JC watched Nick's defenses dissolve.
As one, they moved together
for a kiss.
"Ethel, zip up your dress, Ricky's home early," Nick said.
Brian took in the scene before him. Nick was on the sofa, watching TV. Justin was in Nick's lap. Nick was in a good mood. Justin looked happy.
Brian smiled. "Hi, Nick." He kissed Nick's cheek. "Hi, Justin." He kissed Justin's cheek. "Hi, JuJu." He kissed Little JuJu.
"I gotta get some pants that button and zipper," Justin said.
"You want people to stop grabbing your dick?" Nick asked.
Justin reconsidered. When Brian sat, he turned and loosened Brian's tie. "Welcome home."
"Are you two getting along?" Brian asked.
"Nick's my boyfriend," Justin said. "I'm in love with him and we're going to live together and fuck like bunnies."
Nick rolled his eyes. "Get a haircut and we'll talk."
"He loves me," Justin said.
"I know," Brian said with a smile.
Nick snorted.
Brian pulled out Little JuJu again. Justin had a cute cock. "Before you two go fuck like bunnies, may I play with JuJu?"
"Not until JC gets back," Justin said. "He wants to watch." Justin gasped. "Oh." Brian stroked up the shaft. Justin's fingers dug into Nick's thigh.
"When's JC coming home?" Brian asked, teasing JuJu.
Justin arched and moaned.
"Half an hour," Nick said. "Quit moving," he told Justin.
Justin yanked hard on Brian's tie, gasping, so that Brian came closer. "Yes?" Brian asked, feeling Justin's cock got hard and tight in his hand. His free hand loosened Justin's grip. Justin moaned.
"I'm trying to watch this, do you mind?" Nick asked.
Brian ducked his head and licked Justin's cock. Justin bucked, panting. Nick turned up the volume.
Justin always tasted good. Brian breathed Nick like he breathed air, and there was something downright delicious about JC's sex, salty and sweet, a gourmet treat. But Justin had a yummy little cock. It fit just right in Brian's mouth, making itself at home, throbbing and hard between his lips.
Brian knew from the touch that the hand in his hair was Nick's, not Justin's.
He cupped Justin's balls in one hand, sucking down to the root, sliding off towards the head, going down again. Nick was trying to hold Justin still for him. Moaning, breathless, Justin kept trying to fuck into Brian's mouth. Brian's finger slid behind Justin's balls, flirting with the tight hole. Justin started gasping, and Nick said, "Ow, damn it."
That was when JC came home.
Justin came in Brian's mouth, gasping, bucking, ass greedy on Brian's finger, in Nick's lap, staring wide-eyed at JC.
"I told you to wait until I came home," JC said. He kissed Nick's mouth and Justin's neck.
Brian looked up, licking his lips. JC kissed his mouth, licking up traces of Justin. Brian's finger pushed deeper into Justin's body.
Nick's hand slid up Justin's
chest, beneath Justin's T-shirt, while no one was looking.