banner by Adam
Copyright May 19-20, 2002 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex
Pairing (so to speak): 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. This writing is a work of fiction. I make no money from this venture.
Wherein there is a cell phone, a suitcase, and a freezer.
Notice: The fight scene is dedicated to Miss L.'s best friend's friend's friends, Dan and Drew.
Ouch! Justin rubbed the back of his head and glared at Nick.
"One more stutter out of you and I'll pop you in the mouth," Nick said.
"At least I'm good at something," Justin said.
"Anybody can beg JC for sex," Nick said.
"Let me tell you something about JC," Justin said. "He wants me, he wants Brian. You're baggage Brian brought along because he feels sorry for you."
"Okay," Nick said. "Let me tell you something about yourself." His fist met Justin's mouth.
Justin's instincts were reacting to the blow before his conscious mind realized what had happened. He reached back and grabbed the cell phone from the table, then hit Nick upside the head with it.
Nick grabbed the cell phone and threw it, denying Justin the hasty weapon. Brian walked into the room in time to see the phone hit the stove and then hit the floor. Nick couldn't check himself quickly enough; his punch caught Justin in the gut.
Justin tried not to show how much that last one had knocked him. God damn it, Nick could hit hard. He was bleeding, too, from the mouth. Nick had drawn blood. JC would love that. Hey, it could work in his favor. Nick had hurt him so badly he'd bled. JC would get mad, break up with Nick, kick Nick out...
Brian handed Justin a hastily made icepack. "The next one of you who intentionally bruises or injures the other will sleep upstairs, alone, for a month. JC and I are not putting up with this anymore."
"A month?" Nick asked. Justin felt as shocked as Nick sounded. A week would have been more than punishment enough. A month?!
"A month," Brian said.
Well, no doubt Brian and JC had made up that rule so they could get Nick out of their bed. Justin couldn't wait for Nick to fuck up and have to spend a whole month sleeping alone, upstairs.
"We only have a few hours before Nick leaves," Brian said. "I don't want any more fighting."
Okay. Justin could do that...for Brian. Brian was going to miss Nick over the week, and wanted some pleasant time with Nick now, unmarred by shouting matches and black eyes.
There had only been one black eye between them, really. It had been earlier. They'd been arguing about cooking duties. He'd said the wrong thing. It was easy to say the wrong thing around Nick, because Nick's sore spots were transparent.
Maybe while Nick was gone, Justin could convince JC not to let Nick ever come back.
If his mouth looked bad enough after being assaulted by Nick's violence, he'd have to stay in the house until his lip healed. He couldn't risk it being seen, by anyone. Not the press. Not the fans, because they'd wonder and speculate. Not his friends, because they'd give him Lecture #205 on why he had to remove himself from this relationship.
Justin wasn't about to walk away from this household, considering he was in love with JC, his lover; in love with Brian, his dream; and in love with Nick, his, uh, his, his... His nemesis. His antagonist. His best friend, in a crazy way; Nick was the only one who understand his position, the only one who saw this four-person, many-sided relationship from where he did. They were on the same side and, simultaneously, opposing sides. Nick was one contrary motherfucker. Justin was in love with him.
Loving someone who acted like you were the bane of his existence was difficult at best. Living through that generated so much frustration in Justin that sometimes he just had to have it out with Nick, yell, argue, accuse. Nick hurt him so badly, so often, that he had to strike back.
The trouble was, he didn't think that Nick understood his anger. Nick didn't know the real reason Justin picked fights. Nick probably thought that he felt about Nick the way Nick felt about him.
He didn't.
Brian was touching Nick's temple. Oh, hell, he'd slammed that phone right - - it was going to leave a knot, he knew it. And there was a scratch, blood.
He'd made Nick bleed.
Nick had drawn first blood.
He'd drawn second.
Brian got Nick some ice wrapped in a towel.
Nick was going away. Looking like that.
What if JC didn't need to bar Nick from the house? What if Nick decided, on his own, not to come back?
That was stupid. Of course Nick was coming back. Nick and Brian were soulmates or something. Nick wouldn't walk out of the front door if he thought he'd never be with Brian again.
Brian took Nick into the bedroom.
Justin wandered around the rest of the house. He wished that JC were home. He wanted someone to talk to.
He could talk to Brian. Brian was a good listener. But there wasn't... Sometimes he got the impression that Brian was listening to him like he was JC's little brother or something. Like Brian was fond of him, and patient and friendly, but... He wasn't Brian's equal. He wasn't JC.
Maybe if JC weren't around, Brian might have come to like him, to want him, on his own terms. He'd never know.
JC loved Brian and Nick in different ways, but equally, for the most part. Why did Justin have to be the one left out? Left out because he wasn't Brian's chosen one, was only Brian's lover's sexable boyfriend.
Maybe if he weren't so easy, he'd be respected more.
Maybe if he weren't so easy, Brian and Nick wouldn't have any use for him at all.
Car. JC? Front door. JC came in, tossing aside his keys, shrugging out of his jacket. "Is - - J?"
Uh... "They're in the bedroom." He'd just pretend he didn't know why JC was staring at him.
"What happened?" JC asked, touching his chin in lieu of touching his mouth.
"Nick hit me."
JC looked at him, expecting him to be truthful. "Why?"
"I insulted him. He was being a jerk!" JC wasn't moved. "He was a jerk, I insulted him, he hit me, I hit him, Brian broke it up. I'm not going to hit him again."
"You could try not insulting him again."
"He could try not being an asshole to me."
"You two even fight when you're having sex. Brian and I are running out of ideas."
"Nick let me fuck him once. Once!"
"That's up to Nick."
"It's not fair. He puts his dick wherever he wants it."
Brian came out of the bedroom. "JC." Brian's kiss brushed JC's lips. JC's eyes had closed for it. Every day Justin had to admire the way JC adored Brian, the way JC yearned for Brian's oft-given love. "I'm going up to get Nick's suitcase," Brian told them. JC went to go see Nick. Brian touched Justin's cheek, then kissed the same spot. "I'm sorry."
"It's Nick's fault and mine, not yours."
"There has to be something I can do."
You could be in love with me like you're in love with them. "It's okay."
Brian hugged him.
Justin, who hadn't been expecting that move, closed his eyes and hugged Brian back.
"I'm going to miss Nick this week," Brian said.
"Yeah." He'd guessed as much. He'd miss Nick, too.
"Will you be my best friend this week?" Brian asked.
That was a tall order. A very tall order. "I'd love to."
Brian gave him an extra squeeze and let go. "Let's hope JC won't mind me borrowing you."
Brian went upstairs. Justin went into the bedroom, where JC was kissing Nick, letting Nick feel his body through his clothes. Justin decided to stay and watch.
Nick gave Justin the finger behind JC's back, without looking. Jerk.
JC was starting to remove Nick's clothing.
Brian came in with the suitcase, setting it on the bed. He went into the bathroom and came out with Nick's stuff. Brian casually began to pack Nick's suitcase while JC stripped Nick naked and got him on the bed.
Brian went through Nick's clothes, deciding what to pack.
JC shimmied out of his jeans.
Brian counted out enough underwear for the week.
Nick rolled until JC was beneath him.
Brian stopped and turned around, watching the couple on the bed. He tilted his head to one side.
Nick was going to fuck JC.
Justin stepped closer. He wasn't about to miss this.
Nick reached for the lube, and JC's leg hooked over his shoulder. Nick never really gave Justin a thorough lube job - - mostly it was spit and pre-cum, sometimes without so much as a finger before the fuck - - so Justin wasn't sure Nick even knew how. But no, Nick had to have experience, from Brian. Justin sure hoped so, because JC was going to need some help. JC was susceptible to pain, and Nick's cock was bigger than Justin's. Bigger than Brian's.
Brian had been Nick's first male sex partner and, for several years, his only. And Brian was tight, tighter than the rest of them. Nick must have gotten a lot of experience back then, taking care of Brian before screwing him.
Brian... It was so little, and so tight. Justin loved to touch it. He'd press in with his fingertip, enough to be inside but not enough to reach the prostate. He'd let Brian register his touch, let Brian feel the bare promise of penetration. Touching Brian, thinking about touching Brian, always made Little JuJu hard. And remembering the times he'd made love to Brian, the times when Little JuJu had been inside Brian-
JC groaned, gripping Nick's shoulders. Nick was pushing in, a halting violation. Nick never got into Justin slow; it was always fast and rough. What would it feel like to have Nick sinking into him inch by inch? To be filled slowly, in a series of movements, farther and farther until he couldn't take any more, and then farther still? It would be erotic, amazing, nothing like the shockingly dirty way Nick always took Justin.
Justin loved the way Nick took him. Rough, demanding. Nick used him.
And the way Brian took him. Kinky, teasing. Brian liked to play with him.
And the way JC took him. Erotic, deep. JC loved him.
Nick was fucking JC steadily, thrusting into him again and again. Justin wanted to feel it, almost could feel it. Nick's cock, swollen hard, big inside of him. The power of each thrust, sending shuddering explosions of pleasure through his body. The heat of Nick. The sweat on his body. The scent of Nick's musk mingling with his own. The heady rush of-
Nick came, groaning with the satisfaction of it. Panting for breath, he bowed his head. JC stroked his hair, kissing his face. Nick moaned again, softly, coming down.
God, Little JuJu was hard. Justin tried not to touch it.
Brian sat on the edge of the bed and nudged Nick aside a little. He wiped up JC's cum. JC shivered at the touch of the washcloth.
Little JuJu was leaking inside Justin's underwear.
Nick eased out of JC and fell on his back beside JC in bed.
Brian crawled over JC's exhausted body and gently put the washcloth between JC's spread legs. JC made a soft noise. Brian dropped the cloth and touched JC with his fingers. JC gasped.
Justin stared. Brian was touching JC there, after? They weren't allowed to do that. They never... To him, yes, to Nick, yes, but not to JC!
But Brian was doing it. He had his finger in JC, and he was touching JC, and JC's hips were moving. JC liked it.
JC would let Brian do anything. Rules didn't apply to Brian.
Brian kept his hand in place while moving up over JC's body. He kissed JC, and JC moaned. Justin wanted to touch JC, to stroke JC in sensitive places, to feel it wet where Nick had come in JC's body.
Little JuJu was starting to hurt. His balls were tight and aching.
Nick, all six feet two inches over two hundred pounds of him, got out of the bed. Justin liked to look at Nick's body. There was so much of it. Acres of pale skin. Justin would have hated it if Nick were skinny like JC. It would have looked all wrong.
Nick went into the bathroom, probably to clean up. Maybe Brian shouldn't have been packing.
Brian was beside JC on the bed; they were cuddled up, talking softly, caressing each other. Brian gave JC a lingering kiss and got out of the bed.
Brian was coming to Justin. Please, please, please let Brian get him off. It wouldn't take much.
Brian's voice was low in his ear. "When Nick goes, lick JC for me."
Shocked lust ran through Justin's body. Lick JC. For Brian. Justin's heart pounded as anticipation rose. He didn't want to wait. He wanted to do it now. Lick JC. For Brian.
Brian squeezed Little JuJu. Justin gasped, rising onto his toes, trying not to come in his pants. As soon as Brian let go, Justin ran to the kitchen and stuck his head in the freezer.
Justin breathed evenly in the frosty air. Calm. Calm. Calm.
Okay. Better. Wow. Justin closed the freezer and adjusted himself in his pants. On some days, he would have gone ahead and done it, let Brian make him come, pants or no pants. But not today, because he didn't want that to be the version of him that Nick carried around all week.
He was more than a desperately easy lay. He wanted Nick to know that. But if Nick were going to be away for a whole week, and the last Nick saw of him, he had just come in his pants watching sex, Nick would think badly of him, and have the evidence to back it up.
"Are you okay?" Brian asked in his ear, putting a hand on his hip.
Justin let go of the freezer door handle, turning around. Brian looked curious and amused. He kissed Brian, just to prove to himself that he could. He kept it gentle, since his mouth still hurt a little from the whole being punched thing, but Brian's light, erotic kiss made his trip to the freezer null and void.
"Don't mind me," Nick's voice said with accusing sarcasm.
Justin let go of Brian, who slowly backed away from his kiss. "Are you ready to go?" Justin asked Nick.
"You're packed?" Brian asked.
"Yes," Nick said.
"You said good-bye to JC?"
"Yes." Nick smirked. Maybe that explained the bulge in Nick's pants. Justin tried not to look.
Brian kissed Nick. Nick pulled Brian up, closer, bending his head, and Justin had to watch the way their mouths fit together. "Have a good week," Brian said.
"Yeah," Nick said.
"Take care of yourself. I'll miss you." Another kiss.
Nick looked reluctant to let Brian go.
"Say good-bye to Justin," Brian said.
"Bye," Nick said to Justin.
Justin ran his hand up Nick's thigh, down, up and around to the beginning curve of Nick's ass. He pressed his lips against Nick's.
Nick's tongue made a slow, unmistakable path over Justin's lower lip. It was the best apology Justin had ever received.
"We're going to miss you," Justin said, softly, staying close to Nick's mouth, giving Nick another kiss.
"You're going to love having JC and Brian all to yourself," Nick said against his mouth, and returned his kiss.
Justin looked at Nick's soft pink lower lip through his lashes. "I'm going to miss you." Another kiss. "You smell like Brian."
"When I cleaned up I had to use his shit. He packed mine."
It was unbearably sexy to smell Brian and want Nick. "I want to fuck you."
"Good-bye, Justin," Nick
whispered against his mouth. Another kiss, and then another, greedier.
Justin's hands fisted in Nick's shirt, keeping Nick there with him.
And then Nick broke the kiss, and Nick was leaving, and Nick was gone.