Adam
Copyright April 7-9, 2003 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex
Pairing: Nick/Brian/JC/Justin
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.
Wherein they come home, they check the mail, and they sex Justin.
Notice: You have read "Wannabe" through "Less," haven't you?
It was craziest because the three of them were still there, strewing their stuff around, lounging on the furniture, playing their music too loud. But without Nick, it was emptier. Quieter.
Probably because JC was nowhere near as loud as Nick.
They actually had room in the bed, for once. Not that it made much of a difference for Justin personally, because he liked to share body space when he slept, anyway. Still, they all had elbow room, and that was different.
Not better. Not worse. Just...different.
Emptier. Quieter. Calmer, yes, but...lacking something.
He was getting more sex these days. That was a good thing. He liked that. He was getting his regular amount of sex, plus all the sex that JC and Brian usually had with Nick.
At any given moment on any given day, JC and/or Brian would snatch up either him or Nick for a satisfying lovemaking session. JC made love when JC decided to make love, with the person of his choosing. Brian just liked to prey on whoever was available at any random moment. Since Nick wasn’t around lately to share the duties, Justin was the official house bottom boy.
He actually was getting to top more, too. Little JuJu had gotten off in Brian’s tight-tight ass yesterday and the day before. God, he got hard just thinking about it. Brian had been freaky dirty, too, whispering nasty shit in his ears and riding Little JuJu like-
JC came in the front door. "Hey."
Justin pulled a throw pillow over his lap. "Hey." He always wondered what Brian and JC did when they were alone together. Brian couldn’t possibly treat JC the way Brian treated him. On the other hand, it was Brian, and Brian could do anything, even to JC. Justin would have given a week’s worth of orgasms just to spend ten minutes watching Brian and JC in bed when they thought they were alone.
JC was sorting through the mail. He walked over, ripping open an envelope. "Brian called me."
"Yeah?" Justin asked. JC was going through another phase of wearing tight pants, and Justin was having trouble keeping his eyes off JC’s ass and thighs.
JC raised his eyes from the mail and looked at Justin. "I can hear it in your voice."
"Hear what?" Justin asked.
JC smiled. "What were you thinking about when I came in?"
"The WNBA," Justin said, for lack of anything better. "So, uh, Brian called?"
"Yes. He asked me to do something for him."
JC was looking at him in that slightly amused, predatory way. Justin tried not to freak the pillow. "He did?" This was new. New and sounding pretty good. "What did he want?"
JC knelt down in front of Justin, pulling the pillow aside, revealing how hard Justin was. He reached inside Justin’s sweatpants and took out Little JuJu.
This wasn’t happening. JC was not giving him a blowjob as a favor to Brian. When it came to sex, JC was always in charge. JC didn’t take direction from anybody. Now JC was giving Justin sexual favors on order from Brian? Justin tried not to come on JC’s face.
JC leaned in farther, lips parting. He gave a slow lick up the shaft, an even slower, agonizing lick over the head, then took Little JuJu into his mouth.
Justin tried to control his breathing, tensing his body, chanting to himself: don’t come, don’t come, don’t come...
JC went down farther, taking it in the whole way, lips pressed to Justin’s groin.
"What do you get for this?" Justin asked. Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come... He knew he shouldn’t have asked, and he knew he wasn’t supposed to acknowledge the influence Brian had over JC because it contradicted JC’s celebrated status within the household dynamic, but god, damn, he wanted to know how Brian had talked JC into doing this.
JC slid back along the shaft, then forward again, taking Justin down his throat, giving Justin some soft friction from his tongue. He backed off entirely, said, "I don’t know," and went down again.
"You don’t know?" Justin asked, trying to hold still. JC didn’t like it when he moved during oral sex. That took the moment out of JC’s hands. Nobody fucked JC’s mouth. Then again, maybe Brian did. It was okay that Justin had to keep still; it made him even harder, struggling to control his body’s natural impulses. It made him hot, knowing he had to hold back, knowing JC was in charge, fighting to keep his hips still. It was just as hot pushing his hips forward, bucking into Nick’s mouth, watching his dick slide between Nick’s lips at his own volition.
That was kind of backwards, though. It should have been safer to fuck into JC’s mouth. With Nick, he was always afraid that Nick might...bite.
"Get the phone," JC said, coming off him and sucking him down again. This talking thing was playing hell with Justin’s need for orgasm. The sudden cool air was like a slap in the face, but suddenly being returned to that hot wet sucking and JC’s mouth and JC’s throat, that was oh god so-
What? The phone? Was it ringing? Justin fumbled for it, trying to recover his motor skills. It was among the couch cushions somewhere, if his hand worked...
Releasing the head. "Call our number and leave a message." Licking his lips and taking Justin in again.
Oh god, oh god, oh... "What?"
Brian looked through the mail, got himself a Coke, and checked the answering machine. Howie. Justin’s mother. Justin.
"Oh, oh, yes, yes, yes, god, yes, please, please, yes, yes... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh oh oh oh my god oh yes yes yes-" and Justin cried out, a sudden wail of ecstasy, followed by long moans of sexual satisfaction. The moans tapered to soft groaning. Panting became silence. The phone clicked off.
Justin tugged a pillow into his lap and prayed that Brian would ignore him. He was mortified and rock-hard. He’d never been put on display like that. Well, no, he had, several times since moving in here, but that had been different. This was JC using him at Brian’s request, for Brian’s kink. He was turned on by the idea, and turned on by the reality, and even turned on at having heard himself like that, which was even more embarrassing.
Brian, of course, did not ignore him. Brian walked over, sat beside him, and slid one hand right under the pillow, between Justin’s thighs, cupping Little JuJu through Justin’s sweats. "Did you have a good day?"
"It was okay," Justin said, blatantly lying, avoiding eye contact.
"Fuck my hand," Brian said softly.
Oh, god, yes. Justin’s hips started rocking against Brian’s palm.
"JC’s home?" Brian asked.
"Yes." Justin should have known Brian would try to hold a normal conversation. Brian was ridiculous. Impossible. Absolutely worth it.
Brian’s grip tightened. Justin couldn’t help but moan and pick up the pace. He was chafing against his sweatpants, and he wanted to pull them down, but that didn’t seem to be part of the deal. "Did you come in his mouth?"
Oh, god, just to come out with it, just to ask in the naked light of day... "Yes," Justin said, and thrust a little harder on that word.
"Did he swallow it?"
Of course not. JC never... Oh god, oh god, Justin fucked into Brian’s hand. He’d been so busy getting off he hadn’t... Oh, god... "Yes." Yes, yes, yes, JC had swallowed it, swallowed it all, his cum down JC’s throat. Justin had to ask, had to fight off his orgasm and ask, "Does he swallow yours?"
"When I want him to."
Justin came in his pants, clutching the arm of the sofa, shocked and pushed over the edge by the very idea of JC, his JC, his best friend and his boyfriend and his JC, sucking down Brian’s cum whenever Brian wanted it. JC never... He’d spit it out into whatever was convenient, and if nothing was convenient he’d kiss Justin and let Justin swallow it, but JC? Swallow? He hadn’t once in the whole time they’d been together. Until today.
Brian rubbed Justin’s soft prick. Justin squirmed. Too sensitive and too sticky. "Did you like it?"
"Yes." He was conditioned to respond to Brian’s touch, but he was also too sensitive for it right now, and his body was confused. He was trying to encourage and repel at the same time. He knew Brian was loving it.
"I need you to do something for me," Brian said.
"Anything," Justin said, head back, eyes closed, letting Brian work Little JuJu up again.
"I need to talk to JC alone. Can you stay down here? It’s not that I want to exclude you from anything, it’s just...personal."
Oh, god, Brian was going to freak JC in some kinky way Justin wasn’t supposed to know about. "Okay." He knew he wouldn’t. He’d try, he’d watch TV and try to pretend nothing was happening, but then his curiosity would get the better of him and he’d sneak up the stairs to listen at the door. He knew he’d try to behave, and he knew he’d misbehave.
Without warning, Brian’s voice was a promising whisper in his ear. "Do you want to come to bed?"
Justin’s eyes popped open.
Brian smiled. It was his warm, friendly, I’m about to fuck you raw, smile.
Justin’s asshole contracted.
"Come on," Brian said, and took him by the hand.
Fifteen minutes later, Brian was leaving the bedroom, closing the door, going upstairs to see JC.
Justin was naked, handcuffed to the bed, with the unforgettable memory
of Brian’s tongue in a very naughty place.
He wondered what Brian was doing to JC.
JC was Brian’s bitch. It was time to face it. Nick was Brian’s bitch, too, and possibly JC’s. Justin was Brian’s and JC’s and Nick’s.
It wasn’t his fault. When he was aroused, he was aroused. When he wanted some, he wanted some. He was honest and direct about it. JC was very much in control, and Nick kept pulling an attitude to deny it or refuse it, but Justin was open with it. Like Brian was, only Brian was... Was what? A master of sexual manipulation? That sounded implausible - - Brian Littrell, of all people - - but Brian had trained all three of them to respond helplessly in whatever ways Brian wanted.
JC had used Justin today, but in a good way. Not in a dirty way. Not in that raw, gritty way that Nick used him.
He missed Nick. He missed having Nick around. He missed fighting with Nick; not because he liked fighting, but because that was their main source of interaction. He missed being taken and used and fucked. He missed feeling dirty.
He’d been good all of his life. Not pure and angelic, but good. Decent. Nice. When he was with Nick, there was something else between them.
He didn’t want to be shamed and degraded. But he didn’t mind putting himself in a certain position of his choosing with Nick. He liked it when Nick looked at him as though calculating which surface he should be fucked on next. JC and Brian took good care of him, great care of him, looking out for him and even coddling him. He’d admit that he liked it. He loved it. He soaked it up. But he got enough of that from them; he was glad that he didn’t get that from Nick. He and Nick were equals. They could face each other directly. Nick gave him things, like a bone-jarring fuck or a sense of perspective, that JC and Brian didn’t.
He was in love with Nick.
Nick was not in love with him.
The majority of the time, Nick hated him.
He missed Nick. Things weren’t the same. He missed being sneered at. He missed having someone his size to curl up on. He missed being fucked just roughly enough on the living room floor.
He’d spent all week being lubed and fingered and prepared for penetration. And he loved it. JC and Brian were both so good at it that sometimes he came before they even got in him. But Nick? With Nick, it was spit and pain. Spit, pain, and incredible pleasure.
JC could deliver it pretty hard, because JC was intense and had some good tight muscle. Brian could do it hard, because Brian had spent years doing Nick, and Nick could take anything thrown at him. Damn. But Nick, Nick could fuck so hard, it felt like the top of Justin’s head was going to come off, and it took a while to be sure all of his bones were still in place, afterward.
When JC and Brian took Justin hard, it was careful, controlled, focused. When Nick did it, Nick was taking what Nick wanted, and Justin had better look out for himself.
He didn’t like the...contempt in Nick’s eyes. But the smirking lust, he liked.
He knew Nick wanted him. It wasn’t all about dominance and putting him in his place. There was something else between them. It wasn’t all one-sided. It couldn’t be.
Or was that just wishful thinking?
He wanted Nick to come home so he could give Nick his body and give Nick
his love and maybe, this time, get something in return.