"Game"

Game, seventeenth story in "Attainable"

Rating: NC-17

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 unhandcuff Justin, they go out for the evening, and they talk about choosing.

Brian hadn't returned to unshackle Justin, so he was still chained to the bed. Naked. He'd wormed himself up into a sitting position, propping himself against the pillows, trying to find a comfortable spot for his elbow to keep the strain off his arm.

JC walked - - no, make that staggered - - into the room and dropped onto the bed, face-up, sweating and kind of shocked around the eyes.

Justin bit the inside of his cheek to keep from asking questions.

JC panted softly.

Justin shifted restlessly, trying not to disturb JC, feeling definite pricks of arousal. He never got to see JC like this. JC was always in control, always self-possessed, never shaken like this. He'd never had this kind of effect on JC. No one had; no one got to JC like this.

JC's eyes closed.

Sounds from the kitchen. Brian, starting supper.

"He told me," JC said. JC's eyes were still closed, and Justin looked down into JC's face, high cheekbones, long slow arch of eyebrows.

"Told you what?" Justin asked, when he realized JC had stopped talking.

"Told me what he'd done to you. Told me how he'd left you. Down here. Alone. Waiting."

Sharp rush of arousal. Quick flow of heat. Brian had used him to get to JC, to get under JC's skin, to get inside JC's perfectly controlled sexuality. He'd been a weapon in Brian's arsenal.

Clanking sounds as Brian rummaged in the cabinet among the pots.

JC wasn't going to tell Justin everything. Justin knew that. What happened between Brian and JC was very, very personal for JC, and very, very private. If Brian told Justin about it, JC wouldn't stop him; but JC wasn't going to offer information. Except JC just had offered information, had volunteered; and Justin might be able, if he were careful with his words, to learn more.

"Did he like the message I left?" Justin asked.

When JC's answer came, it was soft yet drenched with desire. "He liked it so much, he..."

Justin waited.

The rattle of the silverware drawer.

"He what?" Justin asked.

Brian was singing to himself absently, quietly.

JC was visibly hard through his pants.

Justin twisted and slid down the bed, beside JC, facing him, one leg thrown over his legs. "JC?"

JC opened his eyes, turning his head, meeting Justin's gaze. "He does things to me."

"I know," Justin said. "He does things to me, too."

JC's hand raised; he touched Justin's cheek. "You do things to me."

Justin kissed JC, wrapping himself in JC's love, saturating himself with it. He only had one hand free, but it was a useful hand, and combined with JC's two hands, it could do some important work. Together they got JC naked and inside Justin, Justin on his knees gripping the bedpost, JC jacking his dick for him and making him come long before JC's own orgasm.

A kiss at his nape, JC whispering his name.

Justin was curled up against the pillows, half-dozing, fantasizing about JC taking him again, listening to the steady rhythm of JC's breathing against his shoulder blending with Brian's soft singing from the kitchen.

"Mmm." JC roused himself, sitting up, letting cool air hit the spot he'd been warming on Justin's back. He got up. Justin heard the shower start.

Maybe Brian would come to uncuff him soon.

Maybe Brian would leave him there for days.

Maybe he could be Brian and JC's sex slave for life.

Maybe he'd rather shit himself in public than be chained like this when Nick got home.

Justin's eyes opened in a slap of shock. He realized what he'd seen, and the importance of it.

What he'd seen: a drop of cum, on JC's face. Not at the corner of his mouth, but high on his cheekbone.

What it meant: Brian had come on JC's face.

Brian had come on JC's face.

It hadn't been a smear, like Brian had accidentally left a trace of jism in the wake of his touch. Brian had come on JC's face.

JC.

JC.

JC had never even swallowed Justin's cum before this afternoon, and now he was letting Brian come on his face? They were allowed to come on JC's body, sure, no problem, but his face? JC's fucking gorgeous face?!

Nick had come on Justin's face. No surprise there. Brian had come on Justin's face once, but Brian had worked him up for it so much he'd been begging for it by the time it had happened. JC had never come on Justin's face. It wasn't a JC sort of thing to do.

Brian had major balls to attempt this shit in the first place. He also had major dick for being able to pull it off.

He was also walking into the room. Justin had no idea how to look cool while chained naked to a bed, post-fuck, so he didn't even try. He just watched Brian sit down on the bed and let Brian relax against him like he was furniture, the way Brian relaxed against Nick.

"I got tickets to the game," Brian said. "Kevin can't make it."

"How many?" Justin asked.

"Two," Brian said. "I thought you and I could hang out together. We don't go out, just the two of us."

"Sure," Justin said. That sounded great. That sounded ideal. That sounded like the kind of personal attention and equal treatment he'd been aching for from Brian. A date, a night out, just them.

The shower stopped.

"I heard JC fucking you."

Justin wasn't sure what to say to that. The first question that came to mind was, "Did you like it?" but he decided not to say anything.

"It might have made me hard if I hadn't just come twice."

Justin's heart stopped. Everything froze. Twice? No, it wasn't like that, Brian hadn't come the same way twice. That would be too much. JC would never let anyone...deliberately...

Brian was playing with something, turning it between his fingers. A small key. The handcuff key.

JC came out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist.

"JC, take that off," Brian said, sounding amused.

JC dropped it where he stood, baring his slender tight thighs, the tight curve of his ass, his soft genitals.

"I'd better check on the food," Brian said, running his hand down Justin's legs before getting off of the bed. He unlocked the handcuffs, slipping the cuff from Justin's wrist, gently massaging Justin's forearm, kissing Justin's hand.

"Twice?" Justin asked Brian. "In the same...place?"

JC closed the closet door a little too firmly.

Brian gave Justin an enigmatic smile and returned to the kitchen.

Justin rotated his shoulder, rubbing his wrist, watching JC finish dressing.

The game sucked. It was horrible. Justin had a great time.

Brian was fun. Brian was silly. Brian was at his funniest when he was with Nick, but a lot of Brian's traits hit their peak around Nick. There was something about Nick that brought out the best in Brian, that brought out Brian's unique qualities at their strongest.

Nick was coming home tomorrow. Justin tried not to think about that, because it made him want to jack off and then throw up. He focused on Brian, instead.

After the game, they visited the McDonald's drive-through and then drove around for a while, talking. They talked about Justin's mom, and Joey, and golf, and Pringles versus Ruffles, and the way JC talked. Brian was driving and Justin didn't care where Brian drove to, didn't care where they ended up, would have been happy driving forever. Him and Brian, french fries and the night sky, no demands, no interruptions, just the two of them, together...

Justin didn't want it to end, ever.

Brian parked. Justin didn't know where they were. He didn't care.

Brian unbuckled his seatbelt, then unbuckled Justin's.

Nervous anticipation hardened Justin's cock. Brian's eyes shone in the darkness, and Justin started to lean forward, prepared to cross the space between them even if it meant taking the gearshift up his ass.

Brian's hand on his chest stopped him. "I just want to talk," Brian said softly, and then kissed him.

Justin sat back. Talk. Okay. They could talk. That little kiss had riled up all sorts of hormones, but talk, sure, they could talk.

"I want you to know that I love you," Brian said.

Things just did not get better than this. Justin had the best life on the planet, hands down.

"With you and Nick fighting, you've both thrown around the threat of making me and JC choose. That's not going to happen. We're not going to choose. Justin, I love you. I love you, and I love Nick, and I love JC. I won't choose. Neither will JC."

Justin wasn't sure whether he was supposed to be relieved or not. Was this supposed to be good news or bad news?

"JC and I are committed to making this work. I know that you want to make this work."

"I do," Justin said.

"I love Nick," Brian said.

"I know," Justin said. Brian loved Nick so deeply Justin could barely wrap his mind around it. Nick loved Brian just as much, which was lucky for Nick, because if he hadn't, Justin would have kicked his ass for taking that kind of love for granted.

"He's hurt you," Brian said.

"No-"

"He's hurt you," Brian said again, his voice gentle yet firm.

Justin hesitated. "I haven't been on my best behavior all of the time, either." He didn't want to run to Brian behind Nick's back and go down the list of Nick's sins. Besides, some of those things were a little humiliating. Justin remembered the explicit twist of Nick's fingers in his body, and got that much harder.

"Nick's threatened by you," Brian said. "It's a lot more personal than it is professional, but he won't admit that. You're competition for my time and my love, and you're competition for JC's time and JC's love. You're sexual competition, too."

"We don't have to fight for everything," Justin said. "I don't want to compete with him for your attention."

"He doesn't want to hurt you. He cares about you. You care about each other, and that's why JC and I know that this will work."

"He doesn't want to hurt me?" Justin asked.

"I'm not asking you to put up with his abuse. When he goes too far, let us know. That's not acceptable. But try to be patient. Hang on a little longer. We're almost there."

"What if we don't get there?" Justin asked.

"We have to."

"What if this doesn't work?"

"It has to," Brian said.

Justin loved the shine in Brian's eyes, the passion. But he knew what Brian was saying. It had to work. If it didn't work, all of this talk about "we're not going to choose" would be bullshit. They all were going to have to choose. Justin could only pray that JC would choose him, because no matter what, when it came down to it, Brian would choose Nick. God, that would break JC's heart. Hell, it would break Justin's heart, break it, shatter it into millions of tiny pieces so small they could never be gathered together to create a whole again.

"I love you," Brian said, like he knew what Justin was thinking.

"Choose me," Justin said, and put his hand to the back of Brian's neck, pulling Brian in for a kiss. "Choose me tonight."

When they got home, Justin didn't want to get out of the car. He wanted to stay where he was, with Brian, in the private space inside the car, in the dark, alone together, with their love and their intimacy. But JC was in the house, and if there was anyone Justin loved like he loved Brian, it was JC. So he got out of the car.

Brian kissed him on the doorstep and unlocked the door. They went inside. Justin took off his shoes. Brian got a glass of water from the kitchen.

In the bedroom doorway, Justin stopped short. He wasn't breathing. His heart hurt.

JC was in bed. Asleep. Tangled up in Nick's embrace.

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