Delivery, a "Slice of Life" set post-"Living"
Copyright March 14, 2010 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Drew/Nick/Brian
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, and 98 Degrees 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.
Lounging in the doorway, one arm up against the doorjamb, his free hand holding the pizza box, Brian flashed a flirtatious grin. “Baby, I can come as often as you want me to.”
“Yeah?” Nick asked, leaning closer, slowly crowding into Brian’s space, sunlight spilling through the open door and across his naked shoulders, warming his bare chest to a soft gold. “You got sausage?” He held Brian’s gaze knowingly, his fingers fondling the edge of the pizza box.
“Yeah,” Brian said, shifting his weight suggestively, his voice lower than usual. “I got all the sausage you need.”
“Like that,” Nick said to Drew, turning away from Brian, breaking the moment.
“Right,” Drew said slowly as Brian handed him the box. “Or we could go watch TV.”
“Sweetheart,” Brian said, kissing his cheek, “this will be more fun than TV.”
Nick grinned. “And if it’s not, I need to find out which channels you’re watching.”
“Yeah,” Drew said, lifting the box in one hand. “I’m great at coming.”
From the staircase, Brian snickered.
“Yeah?” Nick asked, leaning closer, slowly crowding into Drew’s space, sunlight spilling through the open door and across his naked shoulders, warming his bare chest to a soft gold. “You got sausage?” He held Drew’s gaze knowingly, his fingers fondling the edge of the pizza box.
“Sausage,” Drew repeated. Licking his lips, he hesitated. “Only the best sausage for you. Nice and thick and…juicy?” Turning red, he winced over the pizza box.
“Mmm, I’ll bet it’s thick,” Nick said. With one slow, lingering hand, he began to rub himself through his jeans. “My boyfriend loves to see me enjoying some nice, thick sausage. He won’t be home for a while. You don’t mind helping me out, do you?”
Drew’s gaze dropped, the pizza box tilting precariously.
“Drew,” Brian whispered.
“I can’t…think when he’s doing that,” Drew said, his hand cupping between Nick’s thighs, his fingers sliding between Nick’s stroking fingers. Shuddering, he went down on his knees.
“Shit,” Nick groaned as Drew opened his fly. Letting Drew take over, he cupped the back of Drew’s neck, caressing, his eyes falling shut. “Yeah, ah,” and his eyes opened again, watching, as Drew-
“Hey, hey, now,” Brian said, coming forward from the staircase. “I don’t -”
“Yeah, mmm,” Nick groaned, his hand firming, rubbing the back of Drew’s neck. “Ah, suck it, shit.”
“No, no,” Brian insisted, intervening. “Not yet, sweetheart, come on…”
“Yeah,” Drew said, sounding distracted. Eyeing Nick’s mouth, Nick’s bare chest, he began to let the pizza box tilt. “Did you order sausage?”
“Mmm, yeah, I love sausage,” Nick said, leaning closer, slowly crowding into Drew’s space, sunlight spilling through the open door and across his naked shoulders, warming his bare chest to a soft gold. “You got some sausage for me?” He held Drew’s gaze knowingly, his fingers fondling the edge of the pizza box.
“Right here,” Drew promised, leaning closer, tilting his face up. “Do you want it now?”
“Mmm, yeah, you know I do,” Nick said, grinning. “Open up and show it to me, let me see what you got.”
Hastily setting aside the box, Drew groaned, hauling out his dick. Holding it in one hand, he moaned, squeezing himself lightly, as Nick sank down to kneel in front of him. Rubbing the head across Nick’s lips, he exhaled shakily. “This what you ordered?”
With a low, grateful moan, Nick licked Drew’s dick, sucking the head into his mouth. Moaning, cupping and rolling Drew’s balls in one hand, he slid on and off of Drew’s dick, head bobbing, his tongue-
“Get,” Brian ordered, cupping Nick’s chin in one hand and dragging Nick back, “into the house first and close the door!”
Nick looked up at him with innocent blue eyes. “But Drew wanted it.”
Sighing, Brian leaned down and kissed Nick’s forehead. “I knew we should’ve made love last night.”
“No, it’s better this way! Now we’re horny and really ready for it,” Nick argued. “Drew would never play along like this if he weren’t turned on and needing it.”
Drew stared at Nick as if in sudden comprehension. “I knew it! I knew you-”
Glowering, Drew shoved the pizza box into Nick’s chest. “That’ll be thirty-three eighty-nine.”
Taking the box, Nick grinned. “Don’t you mean…sixty-nine?”
“I’ll just take forty bucks,” Drew said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have any cash on me,” Nick said, rubbing his hand across his bare stomach, fingers dipping just behind his fly. “Maybe I can pay you some other way.”
“You can give me a credit card,” Drew suggested, eyes stubbornly trained above Nick’s waist.
“I’m sorry, my boyfriend handles my money,” Nick said. “He’ll be home any minute. Until then, you could just spank me.”
Golden fire burned in hazel eyes. Rising onto his toes, Drew reached up to Nick’s shoulders, pulling Nick down, kissing him hungrily, Nick’s lips parting for it, the two of them embracing easily, tangled in a kiss, Nick’s hands roaming Drew’s clothes, Drew’s hands gripping Nick’s ass, a-
“Until then, you can spank me?” Brian repeated. “We’re starting over.”
Brian sighed, rubbing his forehead.
Lounging in the doorway, one arm up against the doorjamb, his free hand holding the pizza box, Brian flashed a flirtatious grin. “Baby, I can come as often as you want me to.”
“Yeah?” Drew asked, his voice dropping, his tongue quickly wetting his lips. “Do you have sausage?”
“Yeah,” Brian said, shifting his weight suggestively. “I got all the sausage you need.”
“Now the part about it not being free,” Nick whispered from his crouch on the stairs.
“Meat like this doesn’t come for nothing,” Brian warned Drew. “You’re going to have to give me something.”
“Yeah?” Drew asked, blushing. “I can give you sixty-nine for it.”
“Mmm, sixty-nine?” Brian asked, leaning closer, his grin mischievous.
“Touch him, get him inside,” Nick whispered.
“I, uh,” Drew said, hand stealing over Brian’s hip, fingers hooking through a belt loop, tugging. “Come on in and I’ll give it to you.” Blushing, he tugged again.
“Mmm, you’re strong,” Brian said, letting Drew guide him into the house. “You must have a great body.” Dropping the pizza box onto the nearest table, he reached for Drew’s shirt, raising the hem to expose Drew’s abs. With a low whistle, he yanked Drew near, kissing him, hands sliding up Drew’s sides.
“That’s it!” Nick said, on his feet. “That’s it, we did it! We finally…” Grinning, he watched. “Guys?”
Drew groaned, pulling up Brian’s shirt, Brian’s thumb teasing Drew’s nipple as they kissed hungrily, moaning, licking.
Stepping around them, Nick flipped open the pizza box. Lifting out a slice, he rested his ass on the arm of the sofa, watching.
“Oh, ah, yes,” Brian groaned as his hand cupped between Drew’s thighs, Drew groaning and pushing into his palm.
Watching, chewing, Nick nodded. “Nice.”