Go

Go, eighth in "Attainable"

Rating: PG

Pairing (so to speak): Nick Carter/JC Chasez/Brian Littrell/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. These writings are works of fiction. I make no money from this venture.

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

Wherein they lick, they swear, and they frown.

Notice: "Wannabe," "Slack," "Oops," "Home," "Ow," "Plot," "Wrong," "Go."

Diamond

JC trailed his fingers along the edge of Brian's jaw. "We're alone." He licked against the path his fingers had taken. "We never make love alone anymore. I miss having you all to myself." When Brian turned to his touch, he kissed Brian's other cheek. "No one makes love like you do." He frowned at the hint of an interruption. "Do you hear something?"

"You can't!" Even coming in mid-conversation, JC worried at the fear in Justin's shout. "You can't, Carter-"

"Carter? What happened to 'Oh, Nick,'" Nick moaned. "'Oh, Nick-'"

"Shut up! Go to hell, go to-"

"Don't you turn away from me, bitch. Oh, that's right, cry. Cry, you spoiled bitch baby. You've been playing us all and it stops today."

"I-"

"What? What is it, spoiled brat, what do you want to say to me?"

"You can't do this," Justin said, his voice rich with pain.

"The fuck I can't," Nick said. "And who do you think they'll choose?"

"They love me," Justin said, but that was no answer.

"Brian's my best friend, we're Backstreet Boys, you think he'd walk away from me?"

Justin made a noise of protest.

"And you think JC would rather be with me and Brian, or you? You think you can ever be enough for him anymore?"

"You-"

"You're gone, baby. Go."

The front door slammed.

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