Fire

Fire, a "Slice of Life," the sequel to "Snow Day"

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairing (so to speak): Nick Carter/Drew Lachey/Brian Littrell

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.

Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor and the Savage Garden slashwriters.

Wherein there's a fire, and heat, and well, you can guess what happens next.

Notice: First, read "Living." Then read "Snow Day." Then you may read this story.

        Nick's hands were red and frozen. Drew pushed him in front of the fireplace and went looking for blankets. Sitting before the heat, rubbing his raw hands, Nick let Brian brush snow from his hair. "I think my toes are numb," Brian said.

        "Should have worn boots," Nick advised with a shiver.

        "If I'd known I would be going out in the snow, I might have," Brian said.

        "It's my fault you don't know how to dress yourself?"

        "It's your fault you dragged me outside and threw me in a snowbank!"

        Nick, with Brian safely behind him, rolled his eyes. Drew returned and made Brian sit beside Nick, then wrapped the two of them in blankets like children. Nick decided that he needed more warmth, so he hauled Drew into his lap. He ignored the mild protests and fitted Drew snugly in the vee of his thighs, Drew's back warming his chest, his frozen hands finding heat between Drew's thighs.

        Drew took Nick's hands in his own, chafing them, submitting to relax in Nick's lap. "You should have at least made Brian put on a coat before dragging him out there."

        "I know how to keep Brian warm. You're the one who kept throwing snowballs at him."

        "He started it!"

        "Don't blame Brian for your bad behavior."

        Brian stuck his tongue out at Drew. Drew stuck his tongue out at Brian. Brian did it again, and Nick leaned in, sucking Brian's tongue into his mouth, slipping his own tongue in past Brian's teeth. Brian made a hot sound and met him stroke for stroke, licking and slicking, parting from him with a wet sound only to breathe before diving in for more. When Nick broke away, Brian's eyes were bright with happiness and Nick heard Drew say, faintly, "That was the lewdest thing I've ever seen."

        "You need to get out more," Brian teased.

        "I must be the luckiest person alive," Drew said, leaning against Nick comfortably, closing his eyes.

        "Probably," Brian agreed.

        "Are you warm?" Drew asked Nick, holding Nick's hands in his lap.

        "Very."

        Drew chuckled, letting go to run his hand along the outside of Nick's thigh. "I think we need to change. Our jeans are soaked."

        "Yeah, let's take them off," Nick agreed.

        "I didn't mean it like that."

        "I did."

        "Nick, we'll freeze."

        "The fire will keep you warm."

        "Nick-"

        "We'll keep you warm," he promised softly in Drew's ear, sliding his hand down over Drew's groin.

        "Nick," Drew said softly, and turned his face to one side, eyes closing. "You said...you'd give me..."

        "What?" Nick asked. "What did I say?"

        "You said you'd...you'd give me...a blowjob." Drew's fingers tightened on the hand he still held.

        "You want me to suck you?" Nick asked. "You want me to suck your cock, Drew? You want my mouth on your cock?"

        Drew's breathing stuttered.

        "You want to get your dick inside my mouth, want me to suck you and lick off your precome and taste you? You want to fuck my mouth, Drew? Get inside my mouth and make me swallow? You want me to make you come?"

        Drew was making confused, aching sounds, his hips trying to rise under Nick's hand.

        "You want to get down my throat? You want to feel my mouth on you, all hot and wet and so fucking good you want to get your whole cock in there, all the way, the whole way in until you fill me up? You want my tongue licking up your big, hard cock, making you shiver, making you feel good?"

        Drew began to make a shuddering, breathy sound, his head tilted back, his hips rocking against Nick's touch, one hand gripping Nick's thigh for support. He was hard, swelling behind his jeans.

        Brian shrugged out of his blankets and started to untie Drew's boots. He looked up and met Nick's eyes. They held a quick, silent conversation, shared wicked grins, and got to work.

        Nick rubbed Drew's hardness. "You want to come?"

        "Oh," Drew moaned.

        "You feel how hard I am, Drew?" Nick asked. "Can you feel that?" He winced and bit his lip at the friction and sudden, shocking pleasure when Drew's hips ground back against him with undeniable interest. He heard Brian's quiet laugh at Drew's action and Nick's reaction. Recovering, Nick found his voice. "You like that? You like making me hard, Drew? You like it when I get hard?"

        Drew made a noise that Nick interpreted to mean "Oh god yes."

        "Feel how hard I am? You want that? You want me to be hard for you? You want to make me hard? You want to make me come? How do you want me to come, Drew? You want me to come in your hand? You want to feel me come in your hand, feel me hard in your hand? You want to touch my cock?"

        Drew gasped and almost kicked Brian, who had worked quickly and now had both feet naked.

        Brian ducked in quickly and kissed Nick's mouth, then crouched between Drew's feet.

        "Open your eyes," Nick said. "Open your eyes, Drew. You want to see this."

        Drew opened his eyes.

        Nick saw what he saw. Brian, hard, blue eyes glittering with the promise of sexual pleasure, looked at them, reached up, opened Drew's jeans.

        Drew gasped, hips bucking, chest heaving with panted breaths of surprise and want. Nick helped Brian to get Drew's jeans and boxers past Drew's hips; Brian pulled them down and dropped them to one side. Then Brian looked into Drew's eyes, waiting. Drew whimpered, actually whimpered, and Nick's cock swelled, and Brian looked down and moved in for the kill.

        Drew groaned and rocked up into Brian's mouth. Nick, aching, could just imagine it. The coldness from outside, the snow, cold wet jeans soaked through clinging to his skin, everything clammy and uncomfortable, cramping his erection. Then the brief move into the air and freedom, heat from the fire but nothing comparable to the shocking welcome of Brian's mouth.

        Nick was going to come in his pants. Drew was moaning and twisting and panting, moving in his arms and rubbing against his cock. Nick wrapped an arm around Drew's waist to hold Drew still, and looked down. Drew gasped and tried to get free, but Nick was too busy staring to pay attention. Brian was sucking and slurping, moving up and down on Drew's naked cock, leaving a wet slide of spit and precome. Nick would have let the poor man come already, but Brian wasn't that merciful.

        In fact, Brian was downright cruel. He let go and sat back, wiping his mouth with one hand.

        Drew waited, panting.

        "Sorry," Nick whispered. "There's no more."

        "Please," Drew said in a voice tight with need. "Please."

        "You'll have to finish it yourself."

        "Brian, please."

        "Do it yourself, Drew."

        "Nick, please."

        "Come on. You know how."

        "No, no-"

        "You can do it, Drew. Touch yourself."

        "Please-"

        "Touch yourself. Make yourself come. You know how."

        Drew moaned when his hand closed around his cock.

        "No, Drew. Not there. You know where."

        "Nick-"

        "You know where."

        "Please-"

        "You can do it. Touch yourself, Drew. Make it good. Be a good boy for me. Touch yourself."

        Drew shuddered in Nick's arms as his fingers slipped back behind his balls.

        "Inside, Drew. Get inside. Touch yourself. You know how to make yourself feel good. You know how good it is in there. It makes you feel so good. Remember? Remember when we touch you in there? How good that feels? You remember my fingers in there, Drew? Deep inside. Making you moan and shiver. You shiver so pretty, Drew. You get so hot. Are you hot now? Are you hard? Do you want to come?"

        "Nick, please."

        "Is it good, Drew? Does that feel good?"

        "Yes," Drew hissed, hips rising, thighs spreading, head back against Nick's shoulder. "Oh..."

        "Do you feel that, Drew? Do you like that?"

        "Nick..." Drew groaned.

        "What do you want, Drew? You want to come? You want to come on yourself? You want your big, hard cock to shoot that hot jism you were trying to hose down Brian's throat? Or do you want to wait, to try to hold it back, to keep feeling this good from being a dirty, nasty little boy who's touching himself in that bad, bad place?"

        Drew gasped and refused to answer.

        Brian spread the blankets down to pad the floor.

        "Are you going to come, Drew?"

        "Please."

        "Please what, Drew? Please make you come? Please get my fingers inside you and make you come? Please get my dick up in you so you'll scream and beg for more? You want to feel me in you? You want to feel the big fat head of my dick shoving inside your-"

        "Please."

        "Go ahead, Drew. Make yourself come."

        "No, no, Nick."

        Brian, kneeling barefoot in his jeans, pulled his shirts off over his head.

        Drew gasped softly and stopped touching himself, hand resting on one thigh. Brian leaned in and kissed Drew's mouth and eased Drew forward, away from Nick, to the blankets. Drew shakily stripped out of his shirts and, at Brian's silent, gentle proddings, settled his naked body on the blankets, on his back, head near the fireplace, feet near Nick. His skin, under a sheen of sweat, glowed from the flickering flames. Nick knew that Drew wouldn't want to be the center of attention like this but was too desperate to refuse. Brian kissed Drew and whispered something.

        "Yes, please."

        Brian whispered something else, and Nick could imagine it, the soft voice, lips brushing his ear, the intimate tones, the undoubtedly racy topic.

        "Oh, yes, please."

        Brian switched ears and whispered a third time.

        Drew moaned softly and spread his legs. Nick's eyes widened.

        Brian switched ears again and said, audibly, "Nick, please suck me."

        "Nick, please suck me," Drew repeated in a voice begging with need. Brian moved out of the way just in time as Nick crawled in, lips parting, jaw dropping, tongue easing forth to meet hot flesh. Drew came fast, almost before Nick got his mouth around that delicious cockhead. There was a thrilling moment when Drew was pulsing in Nick's mouth and Drew was shuddering on the floor and the flames danced. Then Drew panted, relaxing, and Nick had to let go, and Brian was naked and kissing Drew's come from Nick's mouth.

        Drew decided to be childish and hold a grudge against Nick for taking that long to deliver on the promised blowjob, so Nick screwed Brian instead of Drew. Brian was gorgeous and flushed, sweating and hard and outlined in firelight and shadow. Drew must have liked the way it looked, too, because when Nick was finished, Drew took Brian. Nick had been taken like that, one right after the other, but Brian hadn't, and it was a whole new experience. Nick couldn't believe how high Brian got from it, beautiful in suffering, arching and breathless, muscles flexing as his hips pumped up against Drew's thrusts. His eyes closed and he whispered Drew's name and Drew made a shocked sound and came, as though that were all it took.

        And maybe it was.

        Nick knew that feeling. That powerful sense of...of...of ominpotence. Getting Brian lost in passion like that always made him feel like he could do anything. It made him feel awesome, awe-inspiring, all-powerful to make Brian look like that, not just hard and horny but totally gone on ecstasy. He felt, then, like he had the upper hand.

        And then Brian would say his name, in that breathy voice of desire and passion, in that voice that said "I love you and you can have my body because it's the closest way for me to feel your soul." And he'd lose it. Brian would say his name, or even just open those blue eyes and look at him, and he'd feel it, feel that love, feel Brian's power, and he'd be humbled. Instead of awesome he was awed in that moment, by the depth of Brian's knowledge, by the unconquerable force of Brian's love. He wasn't doing this to Brian so much as Brian was letting him do it, and it was only working because Brian was allowing him to hold the reins and make love to Brian's body while Brian made love to his soul.

        No wonder Drew came just then. Nick always did.

        But Brian, of course, was hard again, so Nick moved in to take care of things for him. Nick had a bit of an oral fixation, or at least that was his excuse for getting off on sucking cock, and Brian loved to be given head. Usually Brian had better motor control than Drew, which meant that when Brian's hips bucked, it was in an honest attempt to fuck Nick's mouth and not an involuntary response to Nick's sexual talents.

        Nick liked it, enjoyed it, wanted it, just holding still and letting Brian's hard cock thrust into his mouth, down his throat. It was incredible, that thrill. Brian always hit the angle just right, pure and sweet, rocking up and over his tongue, hot flesh slipping between Nick's wet lips. At the end, Brian bucked up and held still, and if Nick was capable of inhaling at that point all he could smell was Brian's sex, swollen cock and pubic hair and sweat and semen. And then Brian would come in his mouth, down his throat, muscles quivering, lips parting over a heartfelt groan of relief. And Brian would collapse, sagging back down into the mattress, and Nick would hold still, retaining the moment, trying to imprint the memory in his mind, in his senses.

        Right now, while Nick sucked Brian's cock, Brian was fairly well holding still, one foot resting on Nick's back, arms wrapped around Drew, who was kissing him with hungry wet sounds. Brian was getting turned on from the blowjob, and Drew was turned on by the fact that Brian was getting a blowjob, and they were only making each other hotter. Nick shoved Drew's foot out of his way and took a second to suck his own finger before pushing it neatly inside Brian's ass.

        Brian groaned, muscles spasming around Nick's finger, cock spitting pre-cum against Nick's tongue. Nick didn't know why he'd bothered to get his finger wet first, since Brian was already nicely used, slick with lube and their come.

        Nick gently popped his finger out and sat back. He pushed at Drew's well-muscled thigh and said, "Roll over."

        Ever obedient, Drew rolled right, and Brian ended up on top. Nick guided Brian's legs into a more convenient position, then licked his lips and leaned forward.

        Nick was halfway asleep, drowsing before the fire. He opened his eyes lazily to watch the flames behind the screen. Drew, lying on his chest, shifted positions slightly and yawned. Brian, curled up beside them, resting half on Drew's back, traced aimless designs across Drew's butt and down onto Drew's thighs.

        Trying to remember how they'd gotten here, and what he could do to make it happen again, Nick recalled Bruce.

        "Let's go build a snowman tomorrow," Nick suggested into the quietness.

        "Two," Drew said. "A snowman and his lover."

        "Three," Brian said.

        Nick smiled.

        "Three," Drew agreed.

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