Copyright December 3-4, 2000 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17
Pairing (so to speak): Nick Carter/Drew Lachey/Brian Littrell
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise 98 Degrees, 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. This writing is a work of fiction. I make no money from this venture.
Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan, the SG slashers, and anyone I've converted to Drewlove.
Wherein you will find maybe what you expected, and maybe not, or maybe just some of each.
Notice: This story in the "Living" series follows "I Need You Tonight," "Boy Lead the Way to Ecstasy," "Not Easy," "No One," "Rest in Peace," and "Destiny" parts one through five.
"I'm not the bride."
"Then let me carry you across the threshold."
"I'll walk, thanks."
"You two are no fun," Nick muttered.
"Sorry about that," Drew said.
"Too bad you didn't bring your Playstation to occupy your time while the boring old men make love," Brian said.
"Maybe there's a book or something in the gift shop," Drew suggested.
"Yeah, let me go check," Nick said. "I'll go read in the lounge while you two have sex."
Brian sat on the bed. "This is nice."
"It should be," Nick said, "considering how much I paid for it."
"Are you still bitter about that?" Brian asked.
"That I had to pay for your wedding?" Nick asked.
"You didn't tell him?" Drew asked Brian. "You said you were going to tell him!"
"Tell me what?" Nick asked. "That you maxed out my credit cards?"
"That we never spent any of your money," Brian said.
"What?"
"We shared the costs. I paid for half, and Drew paid for the other half."
"We didn't use any of those checks," Drew said.
"Really?"
"You think we'd make you pay for our wedding?" Drew asked. "That's awful."
"But you wore that G-string."
"Because you wanted me to," Drew said. He found himself the victim of a very passionate kiss, letting Nick lower him to the mattress, curling his fingers in blond hair.
"Thank you," Nick said, and dove in for more.
Brian moved the luggage out of the way, went to the bathroom, and removed the chocolates from the pillows. Then he bared his feet and crouched down to take off Nick and Drew's socks and shoes while he was at it. Hmm. Nick sucked toes sometimes. He wondered...
Brian cradled Nick's foot in one hand. He stroked Nick's anklebone and licked the small toe. Nick's toes curled, and he licked across them. Reaching the big toe, he put his lips around it, sucked it into his mouth, stroked his tongue along the underside.
"What's wrong?" Drew asked softly when Nick stopped kissing him.
"Brian's developing a foot fetish."
"Now?"
"Right now. God, Brian, that's good." Nick's hands slid up Drew's torso. "I had no idea it felt this good when I did it to you. Whoa!"
"Ticklish?" Drew asked, smiling.
"Yes! Brian!"
"Sorry," Brian said, climbing up onto the bed.
"So here we are," Nick said, "on our happy honeymoon. An entire three days dedicated to sex."
"And how is that different from any other three days?" Brian asked.
Nick smacked Brian's arm. "This is meaningful lovemaking. That's just us being perverted."
"Oh. Okay," Brian said, smiling.
"Plus, now, if we play our cards right, we might get to make love to Drew." He smiled down at Drew. "Yes?"
"Yes," Drew said, stroking Nick's back. "As often as you like."
"Don't say that," Brian said. "He'll never let you out of bed."
"I never let him out of bed anyway," Nick said. "Now I just have his permission." He slid a hand up under Drew's shirt, over silken skin and warm muscle. "This is perfect. We have the phone for room service, we have - - you did pack the lube, didn't you?"
"Who?" Brian asked.
"Who? That was your job!" Nick exclaimed.
"Me?" Brian asked.
"Don't tell me you didn't pack it."
Brian shrugged. "I'll check."
"You'll check?!" Nick demanded. He was distracted momentarily by a small, pleased sigh from Drew beneath him, and realized that he was still stroking Drew's skin. If Drew was going to sigh like that, there was going to be sex, with lube or without it.
"Nick, relax," Brian said. "I packed it. I'm just teasing. Let me get it."
"It's okay," Nick said. "I packed some, too."
"Me, too," Drew said.
Brian stared at him and laughed. "You?"
"I didn't want us to run out or anything," Drew said.
"Ambitious, isn't he?" Brian asked, and left the bed. By the time he returned with the lube, Nick and Drew were making out again.
Because they had three days to make love uninterrupted, with no outside demands, they moved slowly. They made love with great attention, drawing out their time together, increasing their foreplay, heightening their pleasure. While they paused to let their bodies recuperate, they ordered food or just lounged around on the bed, talking, touching each other idly until someone's attention would wander back to desire, to lust.
There came a moment when Drew had just made love to Nick, and the two of them were lying there, catching their breath, Drew on top of Nick. Brian was kissing his way down Drew's spine, fingers tracing the muscles and tattoos on Drew's back, and he kept going, down, down, below Drew's waist, kissing over Drew's ass, licking down the divide, and then licking in, in, and he held Drew's rear in both hands, eyes closed, tongue making love to that tight, quivering muscle.
Drew brought his knees up under him, face in Nick's neck, Nick stroking his hair. Nick waited, waited, until there came a point when Drew's shivering stopped and Drew's fingers tightened on his ribcage. Then he pushed at Brian's stomach with his foot, and Brian stopped.
Nick and Brian had made a pact of sorts. They both wanted Drew, and of course Drew knew that. They tried not to push Drew, but sometimes they did without thinking about it. They were worried that Drew would give in to them before he was really ready for it. And they knew that, given the right (or wrong) circumstances, they might take advantage when they shouldn't. So they'd agreed to look out for Drew and for each other. If one of them was getting too heavily involved to notice the signs, and Drew seemed to be getting too tense, the other would take the cue and clue in the other.
They knew that it might be gradual. It could take some more time for Drew really to be ready. And of course some tension was normal at first. So they'd judge, and wait.
They showered - - separately - - and went to bed, falling asleep in a cosy tangle of limbs.
Nick awakened first, and his attention immediately was snared by Drew, warm and familiar and sexy in his arms. Then he shifted to get more comfortable, and he noticed rather distinctly that Brian's cock was hard against his ass. He reached back with one hand, curling his fingers around it, simultaneously urging Drew closer.
"Mmm," Drew murmured, sleepy, snuggling closer.
Brian's hips moved into his hand.
"Mmm."
He stroked up the shaft, down again.
"Make love to me," Drew murmured.
"Ouch!"
Shit. Hadn't meant to do that. He put an apologetic hand on Brian's thigh.
"Nick," Brian whispered, "why did you just cripple me?"
"Sorry," he whispered. He very, very slowly, carefully not waking Drew, turned slightly and whispered to Brian, "Drew said, 'Make love to me.' I got startled."
"He said what?" Brian asked, eyes wide, voice faint.
"Wait."
"What?"
"You hear that?"
"It's just..." Brian's eyes widened. "Oh no."
"Shit," Nick agreed. He hadn't noticed it at first, because it was a sound he wakened to every day on tour. But they weren't on tour, and no one was supposed to know that they were here. And it was awfully loud, louder than he remembered it usually being.
Brian was getting out of bed, pulling on clothes. Nick held Drew closer, pulling up the covers. Brian peeked out of the window, using the slit between the curtains, careful not to reveal his presence. "Oh god, Nick," Brian whispered.
"How bad is it?"
"You remember Paris?"
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, it couldn't be. "They don't know we're here."
"They know."
"You're sure it's for us?"
"Yeah, it's for us." Brian came over, sat on the bed, put a gentle hand over Drew's ear. "What do you want to do?"
"You think it'll get worse?"
"Yes."
"We could ignore it."
"We could leave."
"No," Nick whispered, "we can't leave. This is our honeymoon. We can't just go."
"We could go out there."
"How's the security look?"
"We could call Jive, get more."
Nick nodded. "Do that."
Brian nodded and took the phone into the bathroom. Nick held Drew and listened to the screams.
Brian was still in the bathroom when Drew began to stir. "Mmm. Nick?"
"Good morning."
"Where's...what's that?"
"What?"
"Are those...I thought nobody knew we were here."
"That's what we thought, too."
"Where's Brian?" Drew asked, sitting up, rubbing a hand over his hair.
"On the phone, calling for more security."
"How bad is it?"
"Bad."
"Great. What are we going to do?"
"We're not leaving."
"Maybe we should."
"No, no way. We're staying. It's either hide in here, or make an appearance."
Brian came out from the bathroom, dropping the phone on the nightstand. "Good morning."
"Good morning," Drew said, and accepted a kiss. "You called for security?"
"Yeah," Brian said, sitting behind Nick. "They should help to control the crowd, do a weapons search."
"Where are you going?" Nick asked, grasping Drew's forearm as Drew moved away from him.
"I want to see what's going on out there."
"Don't," Nick said.
Drew gently pulled away and went to get clothes.
"How soon will they be here?" Nick asked Brian.
"Soon," Brian said. "Jive's sending them out immediately. They don't want this to get any worse, any more than we do."
"Yeah, they're not the ones who," and Nick's eyes gravitated to the scars on Drew's back. "God, don't let him go out there."
Drew turned, zipping up his fly. "What?"
Nick had not meant to say that aloud.
"It's okay," Brian said to Nick. "We'll be okay."
Drew snuck a peek through the slit in the curtains. "Oh my god." He was silent, watching, staring. Nick resisted the urge to drag him away from the window. "I guess this is what it's like."
"What?" Brian asked.
"Being a Backstreet Boy. I mean, we get crowds, we get serious mania, we get...but we never get this." He turned away, sat on the bed. "You must get so scared."
"It was bad enough before," Brian said. "Before we came out. Because then we had huge crowds and they'd get pretty wild, and sometimes it was scary, we feared for our safety and we were afraid for them. But now, now there are people with guns and bombs, people angry and hateful mixing right in there with the fans."
"The riots," Drew said. "I can't believe you made it through that."
"I can't believe anyone made it through that," Brian said.
"Can I...how do you guys make love with those people outside?"
"You get used to it," Nick said. "Oh, great." He dropped to his back. "Now we can't have sex. They're fucking up our honeymoon."
"We can try," Brian said.
"I have to go pee. You two figure out a way to block out the noise. Hey! You guys can sixty-nine, get your thighs over each other's ears, and I can stick my fingers in my ears and watch."
"Go," Brian said, smacking his butt, sending him on his way. "We'll try to think of a more long-term solution."
The three of them spent the morning lying around in bed. They did some making out, but they couldn't work up to any serious intent. The crowd and shouting and chill of fear kept them from sex. So they talked, mostly. About nothing in particular. About their fellow band members and, by extension, *NSYNC. About their futures.
"What happens when we go on tour?" Nick asked. "That'll totally suck all over again."
"That won't be for a while," Brian said. "We're only in the studio on Friday. We agreed to slow things down a little."
"It's going to be in a few months," Nick said. "A few months, yeah, that's paradise, we've never had that much time before. But it's going to end, and we're going to hate that. And we're going to leave, and Drew's going to be off touring, too, without us."
"We knew it was going to be like that," Brian said. "We can't change it, we can't do anything about it. We're not quitting our jobs, and 98 Degrees isn't splitting up."
"We...I wasn't going to tell you yet," Drew said. "It might not go through."
"What?" Nick asked. Already he felt kernels of hope, just from that tiny bit.
"Our contract with Universal is up for negotiation," Drew said. "We're trying to get our next album started, and they're trying to stall until we start recording, and we're trying to stall and wait to record."
"And? Stall, what are they stalling?"
"We're trying to get out," Drew said. "We thought, as long as we're...you know...that... We're trying to sign with Jive."
"What?!"
"Yes!"
"You...you...oh my god!"
"I love you I love you I love you!"
Drew smiled. "It's not final or anything. Jive already has you and *NSYNC, it's not like they need us. And they might neglect us to push you guys, so it's not ideal. But we're really pushing them, because it could be great publicity since, you know, because of me being with you. And they could corner the boy band market, get the big three."
"Yes! This is going to be so awesome."
"We want to get in the studio, start recording, and Universal's trying to get us to stay, stalling so we'll get desperate and just commit to another album."
"You should have told us!" Nick exclaimed. "We could...oh. Right. You wouldn't want us to pull strings, I guess."
"I'm willing to use my connections, but I don't want you guys to get the contract for us," Drew said. "If we sign with Jive, of course this relationship would be a factor in their minds, either for or against it, I don't know. But I don't really want my..." He stopped. Smiled. "Wow."
"What?"
"I was going to say my boyfriends. But...you're my husband."
Brian's eyes widened with pure delight. "Husband. You're my husband. I'm your husband."
"You guys are really quick," Nick said. "Gee, you think that's why we're on a honeymoon?"
Brian smacked his thigh and kissed Drew. Kept kissing Drew. Nick, who was sitting between them, watched with interest. Drew's tongue was doing very interesting things, and Brian's fingers were crawling, oh, hey, right into Nick's lap. Nick spread his thighs encouragingly.
"You have to sign with Jive," Brian said.
Nick raised his eyebrows, waiting for Brian's hand to go on the move again.
"It might not solve anything," Drew said. "And it's really up in the air right now. But it might help."
"Once you're signed - - you will be, you have to be - - then can we try to pull strings?" Brian asked.
Drew smiled. "Sure."
"Don't worry," Brian said. "Once they sign you, they'll have to support you."
"They might just sign us to get control," Drew said. "Make you and *NSYNC bigger, try to stifle us. Kill off the competition."
"No way," Nick said. "If they try it, we won't let them. 98 Degrees is way too big for that."
"You can't ruin your career like that," Brian said. "If you really think Jive would do that, then stay with Universal. They take good care of you."
"Are the other guys into this?" Nick asked. "Jeff and Nick and Justin?"
"Yeah," Drew said. "It's not just me making some stupid move. It was actually Justin's idea. We really think that Jive - - I mean, obviously, they've done great things for you and *NSYNC. They could be great for us."
"Hey, we could just get rid of *NSYNC. Then Jive would definitely promote you," Nick said.
"JC and Justin are already taking care of that on their own," Brian said. "I'm worried about them."
"Yeah," Nick said. "Just wait until they go back on tour. Put the two of them under stress and watch them snap."
"Can't they get help?" Drew asked.
"Help means publicity. They can't," Nick said.
"So they're just going to suffer and tear themselves apart?" Drew asked. "Just so they don't get bad press?"
"How long have you been in this business?" Nick asked.
"Are they screaming louder?" Drew asked.
Brian went to the window and checked. "You guys, there are so many people out there... Those security people stand no chance."
"You think they could get in here?" Drew asked.
Nick put an arm around him. "No. They won't. Brian, get back here."
Brian returned to the bed. "We can't make an appearance."
"Shouldn't we, though?" Drew asked. "I mean, all of those people came to see us."
"There's no way," Brian said. "The security people, with that huge crowd, one guy with a gun could-"
"Can't we just..."
"No," Brian said.
Drew frowned. "I know it's not one hundred percent safe, but if we get some security people up here with us, we could at least go to the window."
"No."
"It's because of me, isn't it? I've seen footage, I've heard stories, you guys do this all of the time. There's a crowd outside, you look out and wave, you even sing for them. You're not saying no because there are protestors out there, there've always been protestors and danger ever since you two came out. You're saying no because I'm here."
"Drew-"
"That's not fair. I'm an adult, Brian, I'm a grown man. 98 Degrees has fans and crowds too, and when we're on tour I'm out there every day in front of them. You and I live the same life, just in different bands."
"It's not the same," Brian said, and his hand came to Drew's torso. "I don't have these."
"I was shot," Drew said, very clearly, and Nick's heart shuddered. "I was shot, onstage, by someone who wanted me dead because of my biological make-up. And people who think exactly the same way as those gunmen are out there, every day, in every crowd. They call my house, they send me death threats, they chant and wave signs of protest everywhere I go. When we're on tour, my life is in danger every day. Every time I make an appearance, I could be killed. But I learned how to walk back onstage. I will not let it keep me away. I had to learn how to be strong enough to face it. It's not easy, it's terrifying. I had nightmares, and you weren't there to hold me; I was afraid, and you weren't there to comfort me. I learned how to step onstage again, and I know you're only concerned, but I won't let you stop me."
Brian wiped away the tear sliding down Nick's cheek. "Okay. If you want to make an appearance, we'll make an appearance. We can't go down there, but we can open this window. And we can't really sing together, since we don't have microphones and it would be weird if you sang your stuff and we sang our stuff. Let me call the security people."
"Don't make speeches like that," Nick told Drew.
"Sorry."
"I'm sorry we weren't there with you. We hated being away from you. We could have helped."
"You did help. You did, even far away from me."
"Maybe we should put on more clothes. If we're going to see people."
"I don't know. They might not mind seeing us naked."
"Yes, I know that 98 Degrees displays its body parts at every chance. Some of us aren't like that."
"Maybe you should be." Drew kissed him, licked inside his mouth. They were horizontal by the time Brian was off of the phone.
"They're getting tighter, calling more people," Brian said. "We should get dressed."
Drew stopped kissing Nick. "Oh. Right."
"My honeymoon and I'm putting on clothes?" Nick asked. "Well that just sucks royally."
Dressed and groomed, they let four of Jive's security personnel into the room. Their regular crew was in the States, since they'd thought that they could take a quick vacation without their usual retinue. Obviously, they'd been wrong.
"Wish we had bulletproof glass," Nick said, eyeing the curtain.
"We'll be okay," Drew said, one hand rubbing down his back.
"No major PDAs," Brian said to Nick. "We don't want to be accused of inciting something." Nick nodded. Brian took a deep breath, kissed Nick, kissed Drew, and gave a nod to the security men. The curtain was drawn. Immediately, the uproar swelled. Brian opened the window and waved.
Nick got his first look at the crowd. Thousands upon thousands of screaming people, sobbing and chanting and pushing and reaching, all the way up and down the street in a great mob pressing towards the hotel. Nick was on the third floor, and that felt way, way too close.
Drew, beside him, squeezed his hand and waved.
"Hi," Brian said, and blew a kiss to a girl down in the front. "Hi, everybody."
"They can't hear you," Nick said. "I can barely hear you."
"I think she likes you," Drew said, gesturing to a girl with a "Nick, Marry Me!" sign.
Nick waved to her. "Too bad I'm gay."
"I don't think it's too bad at all," Drew said. "I'm kind of happy about it."
"I wish we had microphones," Brian said.
Nick frowned. "If they yell that one more time-"
"Nick," Brian said, and looked at him. "No."
"We can't just-"
"We let it go. We agreed long ago. We show love to those who show us love. The people who choose to say hateful things, we ignore them. We are not going to-"
"Don't you hear what they're saying? How can you ignore that?"
"Nick, we can't just-"
"Down!" the security man behind Brian shouted, shoving Brian. He fell, half from the momentum and half on purpose, and grabbed for Nick, who'd been to his left, as the rest of the security men pulled down Drew and Nick. Loud, sharp cracking sounds were audible even over the roar, which said from how close they were coming. Gunfire, it was gunfire, someone was shooting at them. At them? God, he hoped that it wasn't into the crowd.
Oh god, someone was shooting at them. Trying to kill them.
Walkie-talkies were crackling and buzzing, and the screams were louder, louder, louder, and Brian was afraid to move.
Oh god, oh no, all of those people, even if no one had been shot they'd panic, they'd panic, and if they panicked...
"Stay down!" Three of the men were leaving, one remaining with them. Brian rolled left, towards Nick. Wide blue eyes gazing at the ceiling, Nick was perfectly still. Brian grabbed him, frightened, and Nick jerked back to awareness, looked at him with alarm.
"Are you all right? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"No, I'm okay," Nick said. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay," Brian said. "Drew. Drew." Nick rolled left, and Brian looked, and they saw Drew lying there, curled away from them, shaking.
"Oh, god, Drew," Nick said, and reached out, pulled Drew into his arms, back against his chest. "Drew, it's okay, it's okay." Drew sobbed, unresponsive. Brian listened to the mounting screams of terror. And the three of them stayed there, lying on the floor by the open window, in the honeymoon suite.
They were allowed to get up, and were ushered to another room. They had their pick of suites, since many of the hotel's patrons had left due to the crowd. Drew crawled into the bed; Nick held him, listening to the crowd, while Brian paced, a finger in one ear, phone at the other.
There was a riot in London that night.
They drew the curtains, locked the door, turned off the lights. Nick, being the largest, laid with his back to the window, spooned up behind Drew, trying to provide some shelter. Brian kept one hand gently resting over Drew's ear to block out some of the noise. Not one of them slept.
The screams began to die down in the morning. Gradually, the noise lessened. Nick was almost afraid to hope. Then Brian's phone rang.
Brian rolled over, reached for the nightstand. "Hello." He sat up, scratching his eyebrow. "Are you sure? Can you tell me... We'd like to know. As soon as you can, please. Right. Thanks." He laid down again, putting a hand on Drew's side. "They've got the crowd dispersed. They won't tell me how many people were hurt. They're blocking off everything around here to keep people away until we're gone."
"Can we go home?" Drew asked. Drew hadn't looked up in a while. Brian wondered what Drew actually saw.
"Let me find out," Brian said softly. He left the bed and dialed. "Hi, it's Brian again. We were wondering how soon we can get out of here. I know it's only - - no, we'd really like to leave soon. Now. No, I know - - that's not - - we want to leave now. We don't feel safe here. It's a lot more than - - fine. No, that's fine. Thank you." Brian hung up again, obviously not fine, and returned to the bed. "We're going to be here until tonight," Brian said. "They can't get another plane. Can you wait?"
Drew shook his head.
"Try to hang on," Brian said, stroking Drew's arm. "We'll go home as soon as we can."
"They're quiet now," Nick said. "Almost sounds peaceful."
"They kept...screaming," Drew said, and his eyes were full of tears.
"Nobody was shot," Brian said. "There was one man with a gun, and he was only aiming up here."
"I thought...I thought I could do it," Drew said. "I thought it would be okay, I thought-"
"You can do it," Brian said. "You've been doing it, for months, you've been facing it, getting out there."
"I can't," Drew said. "I can't, not anymore. I can't do that."
"Try to get some sleep," Brian said, wishing that Drew would just once meet his eyes. "We'll wake you when it's time to go." He stretched out before Drew, nestled in close, watched Drew until he slept.
Brian wakened several hours later. As his brain renewed his acquaintance with reality, he listened for the crowd but heard only quiet. Then he frowned and opened his eyes. Yes, Nick was very handsome and nice to watch sleeping, but where was Drew? Worried, Brian got up and moved through the suite.
He found Drew in the bathroom, shirt on the toilet seat, standing before the broad, well-lit mirror.
"Drew?"
"They healed pretty well," Drew said.
"They did," Brian agreed. He hated them anyway.
Drew turned, trying to see his back. "Did I tell you that I fainted before we went onstage again?"
"Your brother told me."
"I've never been so scared in my life. It was weird. How the scariest thing wasn't being shot, wasn't waking up in the hospital. It was standing there, hearing the crowd screaming, knowing how easily, how quickly, those screams could change. We're so vulnerable up there. And all of those people..."
"I know."
"It's bad enough when there's a crowd of fans. That can be scary; they grab you, they get hysterical, a big mob like that... But when there are angry, violent people mixed in there, even just a few of them, it can turn ugly. So ugly. So fast."
"I know." He'd been moving closer, inch by inch, and now he came right up behind Drew, put a hand on Drew's naked shoulder. "But you went out there again."
"It doesn't really get any easier. Every time you do it is a triumph, but the next time's just as hard."
"You're strong enough to do it."
"Is it bravery or stupidity?"
"It's love and it's loyalty."
"You think you'll be able to do it?"
"Get back out there after this? I have to."
"You don't have to."
"I have to. And you have to. That's why you do it."
"Why are we all in the bathroom?" Nick asked, coming in, yawning.
"We're admiring Drew," Brian said.
"Without me? I'm Drew's biggest fan."
"I'm Drew's biggest fan."
"I'm bigger than you are."
"I'm not that short," Brian said. "You just bring it up every five minutes."
"I'm that short," Drew said.
"And half-naked, too," Nick said. "Come back to bed with me." He took Drew's hand, then Brian's. "I need my beauty rest."
"No, you don't," Brian said.
"How much time do we have?"
"Two hours until we have to be out of here."
"Order me some food." Nick dropped into the bed. "Someone come here; I can't sleep without my stuffed animals."
"Stuffed animals?" Brian repeated.
"Okay, my chew toys."
"That's actually really appropriate," Brian said. "Scary." Brian laid down with Nick, pulling Drew in after himself.
"You're supposed to order me food," Nick said.
"You know how to use a phone," Brian said.
"If I get hungry, I'll just nibble on you." Nick yawned and pulled up the covers. "Wake me when it's time to go."
Two hours later, the three of them stood together in the doorway, dressed, ready to go, bags being carried off for them. "Happy honeymoon," Nick said.
"I'm sorry we had to go through this," Brian said. "We just didn't know it would be this way."
"It was supposed to be - - how did they find out we were here?" Nick asked.
"I don't know," Drew said.
"I love you," Brian said, looking from one to the other. "I love you both. I don't know how we're going to handle this in the future, I don't know what will happen when we go on tour."
"We'll do whatever we can to stay safe," Nick said. "I don't know, I don't know how we're going to do it. Walking in front of a crowd right now, just stepping out of this room..."
"But what else can we do?" Drew asked.