Copyright May 13, 2002 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nick/Brian/Drew
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise 98 Degrees and the Backstreet Boys 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.
Wherein you'll find Drew, in the kitchen, with silverware.
Notice: Like "Play," this story hinges on one
of Nick's brilliant ideas. And, hey, he attacks one person at the
stairs while the other's in the kitchen. Just like in "Play."
Maybe I'm running out of plots.
Nick gave his cheek a noisy kiss and set him back down. "Welcome home."
"Thank you."
"Did you see Drew?"
"Not yet."
"Pick a fight with him."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Nobody ever fights with Drew. I want to see what it's like."
"I am not going to fight with Drew. You aren't going to, either."
"I can if I want to."
"You don't want to. You love Drew, and you get along very well with him."
"I know. That's why I wanted you to do it. But you're making me do it."
"I don't want you to do it!"
"Then you do it!"
"No!"
"Maybe I'll fight with you!"
"You're not fighting with anybody."
"It's not a real fight. I'm not mad at Drew. I don't think I've ever been mad at Drew. But that's no reason not to fight with him."
"Yes, it is. Nick, where are you going?"
"Downstairs to fight with Drew."
"Get back here."
"Bite me." Nick jogged down the stairs and found Drew in the kitchen. "That's my job."
"You haven't done it yet," Drew said, dropping the spoons in the drawer.
"I didn't do it because I didn't get around to it. I was going to do it."
"Now you don't have to."
Drew wasn't giving him even a hint of bitchiness over this issue. Nick was going to have to try something else. "You're really short."
"I'm not that short."
"Yeah, you are."
"Only compared to you."
"And compared to the rest of the population. Including the pygmies."
"You like it that I'm short," Drew said.
Damn. That was true. "You have a big nose."
"Sad, but true. My sole imperfection." Drew closed the dishwasher.
"You have a lot of imperfections."
"Like what?" Drew asked, looking at him across the kitchen.
"You're short and your nose is ugly and-" Nick's brain scrambled "-you're fat."
"I'm fat?" Drew repeated, taken aback. "Nick, I am not fat."
"You're fat," Nick said.
"You've seen my naked body up close and personal quite a few times. You know I'm not fat."
"You're pudgy."
"I have better abs than anyone you know," Drew said.
"You have love handles."
"I do not! What are you talking about?"
"And your ass is not cute."
"I have a nice ass," Drew said, insulted.
"And you're bitchy."
"I am not bitchy!"
"And self-centered."
"I am not self-centered," Drew said. "Do I look like a Backstreet Boy to you?"
"No, because Backstreet Boys have to be sexy," Nick said.
"Then how did Howie get in?" Drew asked.
"Hey! Howie's my brother," Nick said. "And he's a hell of a lot sexier than your brother."
"Why are you picking a fight with me?" Drew asked.
"I'm not picking - - you're paranoid."
"Okay." Drew took off his shoes and socks.
"You're a bad singer, too."
Drew pulled his shirt off over his head.
"And you...you can't...dance," Nick said, his voice faltering as he stared.
Drew opened his fly and sat on the kitchen table, legs dangling, leaning back on his hands.
"See? Fat," Nick said.
Drew put his hand to his chest. "Feels pretty good to me."
Nick watched as Drew's touch lingered. "You have stupid nipples."
Drew twisted one, slowly. "I thought that you liked them."
"I don't." Was his mouth watering?
"I wish that I were sexy enough to be a Backstreet Boy," Drew said. He held his hand out to Nick. "Maybe you could teach me how."
"I know how," Nick said. He took Drew's hand. "I'm the fucking sexiest Backstreet Boy there is."
"I know," Drew said.
"AJ's going to be surprised to hear that," Brian said, leaning in the doorway.
"AJ can blow me," Nick said.
"Can I blow you?" Drew asked.
"Are you any good?" Nick asked skeptically.
Drew slipped off of the table and onto his knees in front of Nick.
"You're easy," Nick muttered, trying to sound disgusted.
"Only for you," Drew said.
Brian coughed.
"And for Brian," Drew said. He opened Nick's pants, tugging them down. He nuzzled Nick's cock through Nick's underwear.
Nick gasped, looking up at the ceiling. "God, it is so fucking hard to fight with you."
"I can tell you're not actually upset or mad at me," Drew said. "If you were really mad at me, you'd pick something real to fight about." He pushed down Nick's underwear and nudged Nick's feet farther apart.
Inspiration struck. "You can't have my balls," Nick said.
Drew stopped short. "What?"
"You can't have my balls."
Drew looked up at him. "You really do want to fight."
"You can't lick them. You can't put them in your mouth. You can't even touch them."
"Don't start with me. You know you want it."
"Don't tell me what I want. I'm telling you what I don't want."
"Nick-"
"No balls."
"No blowjob," Drew said, and stood.
"Hey! Get back down there."
"Get down there yourself," Drew said. "You want a blowjob, you can suck your own dick."
"Drew!"
Ignoring Nick's shock, Drew walked over to Brian. "Come upstairs with me."
Brian kissed him and put an arm around his shoulders, starting out of the room.
"Get back here!" Nick said. "Short people! Hey!"
Drew stopped, looking over his shoulder. "Did you want something?"
"Sex," Nick said.
"Then come on," Drew said.
Nick pulled his clothes back together and hurried after them. "I'm sorry I tried to fight with you. And I'm sorry I said mean things. I was lying."
Drew stopped and turned, reaching up, giving him a long kiss. Another. A third. "Apology accepted."
"You're not fat and you're not self-centered and you're very sexy."
Drew's thumb ran over Nick's mouth. "What about my nose?"
"Uh..."
Drew smiled. "What about my ass?"
"I love your ass," Nick said. "It's very sexy."
"Thank you."
"And you can suck on my balls any time you want. Day or night."
"And mine," Brian said.
"We weren't talking about you," Nick said.
"I just wanted to make it clear," Brian said. "They're available. They never mind some friendly attention."
"Like they're in danger of being ignored," Nick said. "Drew licks them for hours every day."
"Not hours," Drew said.
Nick snorted.
Drew blushed.
"No more fighting," Brian said.
"No more fighting," Drew agreed.
"No more fighting," Nick muttered.
"Don't you dare pout. Why did you want to fight with me?" Drew asked.
"I wanted make-up sex," Nick said.
"Make-up sex?" Drew asked. "Oh. Oh. Like on TV."
"They always talk about how hot it is," Nick said.
"Nick, are you saying that our current sex life isn't good enough for you?" Brian asked.
"What more do you want?" Drew asked Nick.
Nick hesitated. He thought about it. "Nothing."
Brian kissed him.
Drew kissed him.
"We don't have to go through the fight to get to the good stuff," Brian said. "All you have to do is ask us to visit the bedroom with you, and take it from there."
"Our relationship is so advanced, we get to skip the steps that other couples have to go through," Drew said.
"And you'll suck my balls?" Nick asked, making sure.
Drew smiled. "Any time you want."
"Okay. Let's go upstairs,"
Nick said, pushing them down the hall.