Adam
Copyright December 28, 2000 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: R
Pairings: Lance Bass/Brian Littrell, Nick Carter/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. 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 slashers. Also for Becky. And Nick's hairstylists. And the JC/Drew thoughts that just popped into my head.
Wherein there's an award, an anniversary, and every reason for happiness...
Notice: Becky wanted Lance/Brian. But probably nothing like this.
"Sorry."
"It kind of ruins things if you start laughing."
"No it doesn't." Nick Carter winced and adjusted the bulge at his crotch, wondering briefly when they'd get off this sofa and into the bed. He loved Justin, but the guy could be a pricktease sometimes. All of the time. He should've stuck with Kevin.
"Why were you laughing?" Justin Timberlake asked, pulling his feet up behind him.
"You licked my nose again." Nick wrinkled the nose in question.
"I didn't lick your nose," Justin said, laughing. "I licked the tiny little mole beside it. It's cute."
"I'm cute."
"I'm cute," Justin countered.
"Sometimes," Nick said.
"And the rest of the time I'm devastatingly handsome."
Nick snorted and kissed him.
Justin was cute. Cute and a lot of fun. He was dedicated to his work but was able to keep it in perspective. He had talent and creativity and spirit. Nick liked how friendly he was, how normal, and the way he showed his teeth when he smiled.
Nick also liked the way Justin kissed. Loved the way he kissed. With soft lips and a flirtatious tongue, hands busy touching and stroking. If only Nick could get him to touch some more interesting places.
Good god, yes. When Justin started to climb into his lap, Nick pulled Justin closer. Kneeling astride him, Justin pressed to his body, licking his teeth, a hand in his hair. He let his hand cup Justin's cute round ass, mentally cursing the denim thwarting his touch.
Licking Justin's tongue, Nick tried to hold Justin closer. Justin twisted and moaned and rocked against him, then tried to pull away. Overbalancing, Justin started to tip backwards and grabbed at Nick. Nick went with that idea and took Justin's momentum, taking a controlled fall to the carpeted floor.
"Shit, Carter."
Nick kissed him, tasting him sweet and wet. Justin's cock was hard; Nick sucked on Justin's lower lip and reached a hand between his thighs.
"Shit, Carter!" Justin smacked his shoulders. "Stop that!"
For a second, Nick let himself feel it, let himself enjoy it. Justin's cock, hard and throbbing in his hand. Justin's young body, moving and twisting beneath him. Then he let go.
Justin shoved Nick, hard, pushed him aside, and stood. "I told you not to do that!"
"My hand slipped." Nick got to his feet in time to catch Justin's undiluted glare. "I'm sorry."
"Your hand knew exactly what it was doing, and you aren't sorry for shit!"
"I'm sorry you're such a cocktease."
"I'm sorry you're such a slut!"
They glared at each other.
"Sorry," Justin said. "I'm not a tease! I'm not trying to lead you on or anything. I'm just not ready."
"I thought you were easy."
"I used to be."
"I wish you still were."
"You can always go back to Kevin."
"No. No, I want you."
"I want you, too. You know I want you."
"Then take me!"
Justin laughed. "You're easy enough for both of us."
"Saving myself for you, though."
"Thanks."
"It's hard."
"No kidding."
Nick pushed him; he pushed
back. Nick kissed him; he kissed back. Soon Nick had him on
the sofa again, on his back, Nick's hands creeping up under his shirt.
"Thanks," Brian said.
"*NSYNC is still better. But we'll let you take this one."
Brian smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks. That's generous of you."
Lance handed him a glass. "A toast."
"To what?"
"To us. To our three-month anniversary. To your brand new Grammy."
"To us," Brian agreed.
"Our anniversary. And the Backstreet Boys kicking *NSYNC butt."
"What?"
"Let me up," Justin said, pushing Nick aside again, leaving the sofa.
Nick shifted, watching Justin, frowning. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
"You used to be shy. Now you're schizo."
"Shut up."
"I mean, you used to keep me from groping you, but you never acted like this. Is something wrong? Did something happen?"
"Nick, can we drop it?"
Nick stood slowly, seeing that something actually was wrong. "Justin? Did something happen? No, I mean it. C'mere. What?"
"Nothing."
"Why won't you let me touch you tonight?"
"I just... It's not you."
"It's not me? Who is it?"
"I was...there's...something."
"What?"
"I didn't cheat on you. I wasn't. I wouldn't. It's not..."
"Justin?"
"I didn't cheat on you," Justin insisted, meeting Nick's eyes fiercely.
"What happened?"
"He hurt me." The ferocity plummeted; blue eyes filled with tears of pain. "He...he hurt me."
"Who? Justin, tell
me what happened."
Nick held Justin, content to sleep clothed as long as Justin was there with him. He wanted whoever had dared to hurt Justin to pay for it. He didn't want to go behind Justin's back digging for details, but he needed to talk to someone about this.
Justin needed help. And someone was going to suffer for it.
He could talk to Brian in
the morning. Maybe Lance had said something. If Justin had
been hurt, the other guys in *NSYNC had to know about it, right?