Hospitality

Hospitality, a "Slice of Life" set during "Destiny" Part Four

Rating: NC-17ish

Pairings (so to speak): Nick Carter/Drew Lachey/Brian Littrell, Nick Lachey/Jeff Timmons

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, the Savage Garden slashers, and Kyla.

Wherein Brian touches Nick, Nick touches Brian, and Jeff touches Jeff.

Notice: Kyla asked what happened with Jeff and his thong when the Lachey brothers went on their date. I wrote "Competition." Now I'm trying again.

        "Jeff!" Drew shouted.

        "What?" Jeff shouted.

        "I'm taking Nick out. I'll have him home by the end of the week."

        "What are we going to do until then?" Jeff asked Nick.

        "Each other," Nick said.

        "Without Drew?"

        "Don't need him. Here, start with Brian."

        "Don't volunteer me," Brian said. "He can start with you."

        "I think Nick's a self-starter," Jeff said.

        "Do you start yourself?" Nick asked.

        "Nick starts me," Jeff said.

        "Nick gives me a flat tire," Nick said.

        "He pumps mine up just right."

        "I bet he gives you the cheap stuff. I'd give you the supreme."

        "There's nothing cheap about what Nick gives me."

        "Brian, Jeff's having memory brain orgasms."

        "Maybe you should rethink your flat tire policy," Brian suggested.

        "Maybe Jeff needs to get out more," Nick said. "Here, we can take him to bed and show him how it's done."

        "No, we can't."

        "We could do it right here, instead, if you want. I just thought that the bed might be more comfortable."

        "We don't know how it's done."

        "Yes, we do."

        "No, we don't."

        "Brian, we wrote the book on it. And won a Pulitzer Prize."

        "On what? Inflating tires? Changing oil?"

        "Show me your dipstick."

        "You've seen it."

        "It looks good," Nick told Jeff.

        "I believe you," Jeff said.

        "Really good," Nick said.

        "I'm sure it does."

        "And Brian has the best balls."

        "I'll bet."

        "Show him, Brian. They're great. Make me drool. And tingle. I like Brian's balls. Drew likes to suck them."

        "Nick," Brian said.

        "I suck them, too. You want to try? They're fatter than you'd think. Brian's got a good-"

        "Nick."

        "He looks like a little guy, he's short and sort of skinny, but then you see his-"

        "Nick."

        "He's not hung like you, but nobody's hung like you. I have a good dick, too. Want to see it?"

        "Nick!"

        "And my balls. They're nice. You can touch them."

        "Nick!"

        "You don't have to. But you can, if you want. I'll let you. Let me show you."

        Brian cupped a quick hand over Nick's fly, looking up into Nick's face. "Touch it and die."

        "I wanted to show Jeff."

        "No. It stays in your pants."

        "Just one peek."

        "No."

        "Can I show him yours? He wants to see yours."

        "No."

        "He's our guest in our home. We should show him hospitality. We should show him our dicks."

        "He doesn't want to see them."

        "Yes, he does. And our balls. We have nice balls. You're touching me."

        "Yes."

        "Jeff, Brian's touching me."

        "I'm allowed to touch you," Brian said.

        "Then I can touch Jeff," Nick said.

        "You're the wrong Nick," Jeff said. "Try again later."

        "He's the wrong Nick," Nick muttered. "Wrong and-"

        "Nick, have you met Jeff?"

        "Yes."

        "You know that he's...muscular."

        "Yes."

        "You know that he's married."

        "Yes."

        "Do we like to insult people who could kick our butts?"

        "I'm not insulting Jeff. I'm insulting Nick."

        "Do you get upset when people insult you?"

        "Sure."

        "Do you get upset when people insult Drew?"

        "Don't insult Drew!" Nick protested. Pause. "Oh. I get it. Hey, you're still touching me. No, don't stop touching me! Get back here and touch me! Oh, we're sitting. I get to sit beside Jeff!" Nick sat beside Jeff on the sofa. Brian smiled and took the chair. "Hi, Jeff."

        "Hi, Nick," Jeff said, relaxing.

        "Drew's dating your Nick."

        "They should be having fun."

        "Having fun with my Drew," Nick muttered. "Hey, can I have fun with you?"

        "We're having fun," Jeff said.

        "This is fun?"

        "Yes. You're not having fun?"

        "It would be more fun if you were touching me."

        "I don't know if we can handle that much fun."

        "Try."

        "What do you think Drew and Nick are doing?"

        "I bet they went to your place and they're making out."

        "You think so?"

        "I bet they're making out on the sofa. I bet Nick's on top of my Drew, kissing all over Drew's mouth. I like Drew's mouth. It makes me come."

        "Nick, they're not getting it on," Brian said.

        "You don't know that," Nick said. "I bet Nick's trying to get Drew naked. Naked Drew. I bet Nick wants to fuck Drew. Hard."

        "Which Nick are we talking about?" Brian asked.

        "Every Nick on the planet, if they have any sense," Nick said. "I want to fuck Drew. And you. And you."

        "Thanks," Jeff said.

        "You can fuck me, if you want."

        "No, thanks," Jeff said.

        "Brian fucks me."

        "I know."

        "Brian's the best lay ever."

        "Really."

        "He is. Except for Drew. But Drew's different. You should have sex with Brian."

        "Now?"

        "Yes."

        "Okay. Brian?" Jeff asked, standing.

        "You want to use our bedroom?" Brian asked, taking a step towards the door.

        Nick's jaw dropped.

        "Unless you think Drew would mind," Jeff said. "We can use the guest room."

        "Drew doesn't have to know," Brian said.

        "Nick might tell him." Jeff stood before Nick, who stared up at him from the sofa. "Nick."

        Nick blinked.

        "You won't tell Drew, will you?"

        He was going to tell everybody he saw.

        "If you're good..." Jeff's hand rested on one hip. "And you keep quiet..." His hand slid down and in... "Then maybe..." Jeff's hand stroked down once, slowly, lingering. "I'll think of a way to thank you."

        Oh. Oh, damn.

        "Nick."

        Jeff got to touch that any time he wanted. It was right there for the touching, all day, all night. And that Neanderthal got to touch it, too. How unfair. What a cruel, cruel world.

        "Nick."

        He wanted to touch it.

        "You can't tell Drew."

        Touch it like Jeff was touching it.

        "You can't tell anybody."

        Touch it naked.

        "Brian and I are going to go up to your room now."

        Touch Jeff's cock.

        "You stay down here."

        He reached quickly, one arm around Jeff's waist, face pressed to Jeff's hand over Jeff's groin. "Fuck me," he breathed, and licked the back of Jeff's hand.

        "Brian, a little help?" Jeff asked.

        "No, I want to see you get out of this one," Brian said.

        "Thanks," Jeff said. "Nick?"

        He sucked the side of Jeff's wrist, where the pulse was.

        "God. Nick."

        "Come on yourself and let me lick it."

        "Nick."

        "Lick you all over. Lick your-"

        Brian unwrapped Nick's arm from around Jeff's waist, forcing Nick back again, climbing astride him. "Who are you licking?"

        "Brian," Nick said, and kissed him, one hand rubbing up in between Brian's thighs.

        "I don't want you teasing Jeff anymore."

        "I want to suck him."

        "He has a Nick to do that for him. And you already have Drew to take care of. And me."

        "I want to suck you."

        Brian half-turned. "You go home and wait for your Nick. Stop teasing mine."

        "I'd better get out of here before I throw myself on him," Jeff said. "Bye, Nick."

        "Bye, Jeff."

        Jeff kissed Brian's cheek, and Brian returned the favor. "See you tomorrow."

        "I want to see Jeff in a thong," Nick said, sighing, as Jeff left. "And Drew. And you. Jeff said he'd wear it tonight. Should have let me look. I want to see Jeff's cock."

        "You have seen it."

        "Can I suck you right here on the couch?"

        "You need to learn to control yourself around him."

        "I do control myself."

        "Is that what you call that?"

        "Yes. I used all the self-restraint humanly possible."

        "Throwing yourself at him and saying 'Fuck me' is using all of the self-restraint humanly possible?"

        "Yes. In that situation. With Jeff."

        "You don't throw yourself at me and say 'Fuck me.'"

        "Yes, I do." Nick grabbed Brian tightly. "Fuck me!"

        Laughing, Brian kissed Nick. "Okay. Upstairs or right here?"

        "Right here."

        "What if Drew comes home?"

        "He can get in line."

        Another laugh, another kiss. "I love you." A kiss on the nose. "No more sexual advances on our guests."

        "He started it."

        "The two of you are trouble."

        "I want him."

        "I know you do."

        "Brian?"

        "Yes, Nick?" Brian asked, dropping another kiss on Nick's lips.

        Nick ran a slow hand down Brian's back, looking into Brian's eyes. "He has nothing on you."

        Extra sparkles lit Brian's eyes. "Nick."

        "I want him and I try to get some but I know I can't and that's okay because I have you. And Drew."

        "You have us," Brian agreed. "And we have you. Lucky us."

        "Lucky me."

        "Lucky Nick Timmons-Lachey."

        "Damn, no kidding. And he's out with Drew, too."

        "Drew will come home soon and you can ask him how it went."

        "Think they'll get it on?"

        "No."

        "Drew's going to kiss him."

        "I know."

        "Kiss that stupid Neanderthal."

        "I know."

        "He should come home and kiss us."

        "He will."

        "But first. Fuck me!"

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