Drew
Copyright April 1, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
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: Ewan McGregor, Darren/Daniel slashers
Wherein Drew's hot, Brian's awake, and Nick...
"I'm hot."
"Go to sleep."
"Get your knee out of my-"
"Stop-"
"There are too many people in this bed."
"Kick out Brian."
"You're the one giving off heat like a-"
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"You woke me up for sex. I was-"
"I did not wake you up for sex!"
"You!"
"Ow! Brian, Drew hit me."
"You called me a sexy bitch!"
"Brian, Drew's swearing at me."
"I am not a sexy..."
"You are so."
"I am not!"
"Do I have to separate you?"
"Drew! You woke up Brian!"
"You're the one yelling at him."
"I don't yell at Brian! Hey! Drew, Brian's grabbing me."
"Nick, get over here. Drew, stay over there. Stop fighting and go to sleep."
"We're not fighting."
"We don't fight."
"We're good."
"We'll behave ourselves."
"We had sex without you."
"Sorry."
"It was good sex."
"It was."
"Drew's a sexy bitch."
"I am not! Brian, hit him for me."
"Ow! Hey! Drew, Brian hit me."
"Brian! How could you hit Nick?"
"You two aren't going to sleep, are you?"
"We're sleeping."
"Snoring away."
"We talk in our sleep."
"Actually, you do."
"I do not. Not on purpose."
"It's cute."
"It's not annoying? I don't want to keep you up-"
"Then let me sleep!"
"We're not talking to you. You hit me. Bad Brian. No sex for you."
"You had sex without me, anyway."
"Sorry. It was good, too. Drew's a sexy-"
"Stop that! I am not."
"Brian, you decide for us. Is Drew a sexy bitch or not?"
"Yes."
"See? I told you."
"I'm going to sleep."
"Aw, Drew's sulking. I thought you were too hot to sulk."
"We sexy bitches are hot all of the time. I'll have to learn to live with it."
"Drew's being pissy. Brian, fuck him."
"Drew's not pissy."
"Maybe I'll be pissy."
"Then do I have to have sex with you?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
"Unless you want to sleep."
"I can do this first."
"Do me first."
"Drew, do you want to help?"
"No! Drew's being pissy. I don't want him to help."
"But he's a sexy bitch."
"He is not."
"Yes, he is."
"Don't swear. Bad Brian. No sex for you."
"Then you can't have sex."
"I'll do it by myself."
"May we watch?"
"No. Close your eyes."
A satisfied sigh from Nick.
Drew's hand ran down his thigh.
A pleased, soft moan. "I have a good dick."
Brian bit back his agreement.
"I have good balls, too."
There was a small sigh of fond memories from Drew, who slid even closer to Brian.
"This feels good. I'm good at this. I guess I got good practice jacking you two."
Nick had good hands.
"Oh, yeah." Nick's breaths came quicker now. "Damn, yeah."
Drew's breath was hot on Brian's neck.
"So good."
Drew's hand slid up the back of Brian's thigh.
"Damn. God." Nick's breath was eager.
Drew's hips moved against Brian's, a little hitch. Drew was getting hard.
"I'm gonna, gonna, gonna...oh, fuck me, oh, damn... God, god, god, that's good."
Brian tucked his face in Drew's neck, as Drew turned closer to him. They knew that Nick's finger had just breached Nick's body. They knew how good Nick was at that. They knew what it felt like inside Nick.
"God, oh, you, I need..." Nick's breaths were rapid and shallow now. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Brian tightened his grip on Drew's back as Drew panted greedily against his skin.
"Oh, ah, uh, uh, uh..."
Brian shuddered when Drew licked his neck.
"Oh, oh, uh, uh, oh, oh, Brian..."
Drew's hand cupped Brian's ass.
"Drew...oh, god..."
Flesh on flesh, Nick's rapid panting, heat, hardness, Nick, Drew. He felt enclosed in the darkness, everything a figment of his imagination, his world the sounds of Nick and the feel of Drew.
Nick was close.
Drew was hot.
Coming.
Burning.
Nick came.
Drew threw up on Brian.
"Holy shit!" Movement, limbs, a moment of confusion, and the bedside lamp clicked on, Nick naked leaning over them. "Oh, god. That's gross."
"Sorry," Drew said. "Brian, oh, I'm sorry, I didn't, oh, I-"
"Excuse me." Brian climbed from the bed, over Drew, and went to the bathroom. Gross. Gross. He loved Drew, but vomit was vomit. Brian turned on the shower and stepped under the freezing spray. Cringing from the ice-cold water, he washed off as best he could. A moment later, Nick and Drew were in there with him.
"I'm sorry," Drew said.
"Drew's sick," Nick announced.
"I noticed," Brian said.
"I didn't mean to, um..."
"It's okay," Brian said, and kissed Drew's forehead. "You feel okay? You have a fever?"
"I think so."
"I bundled you up before I took you outside," Nick said. "Brian should be throwing up, not you."
"Thanks," Brian said. He made sure Drew was clean. "We can change the sheets, and then you go back to bed."
"At least you let me come first," Nick said. "That was nice of you."
"Drew's polite even about things like that," Brian said, pulling Drew from the shower. "Nick, you dry him. I'll find more sheets."
"Don't barf on me," Nick warned.
Brian tossed the soiled sheets in the bathtub and dumped water on them, then found clean sheets and blankets. "Come on, back to bed."
"I'll carry him," Nick decided.
"I'll walk," Drew said, and did. Brian tucked him in snugly, kissing his face and smoothing his hair.
"Wait," Nick said. "You're putting Drew to bed."
"Yes." Brian pet Drew some more. Drew curled up facing him, looking at him with soft eyes.
"Without us."
"Yes."
"We're not sleeping with Drew?"
"He's sick."
"So?"
"He needs rest. And we don't want to get sick."
"He can't sleep without us. We can't sleep without him. He's my Drew. I can't sleep without my cuddly teddy."
"You'll manage."
"But he's my Drew. He's not that sick. Just a little sick."
"We can sleep in the other room."
"You're not going to make me worry about him."
"I don't want you to worry. He'll be fine. He just needs rest and fluids and-"
"My Drew's sick."
"He's fine."
"He looks okay."
"He's a sexy bitch."
"That's right."
Brian kissed Drew. "Feel better."
"Why can't we sleep here?"
"Nick, he's sick. If we're here with him, we might get sick, too. We can't afford that."
"We've been sick before."
"I am not letting you get sick this close to the tour."
"I'll get better."
"Nick-"
"I want to sleep with my Drew."
"Nick-"
"I'd rather throw up on you now than miss my last nights with him."
"Nick-"
"God damn it, Brian! He's my Drew and he's sick and he needs me!"
"He's a grown man. He can-"
"Then you go sleep out on the sofa if you want to. I'm staying here."
"I'm not letting you get sick."
"We're always sick on tour. It's not a tour if I don't feel like shit. Now let me cuddle my sick Drew." Nick got in the bed beneath the covers with Drew, facing Drew, pulling Drew to his chest. "My poor sick Drew. Don't barf on me." He tucked Drew's head under his chin. "Go to sleep. You'll feel all better."
Drew held onto Nick. "I'm sorry I puked on Brian."
"Me, too."
"You were very good."
"Thanks."
"I wasn't throwing up as a commentary on your performance."
"It's okay."
"I had a good day today."
"Yeah. Me, too."
"Don't be mad at Brian."
"I'm not."
"He wants to keep you safe and healthy."
"I am safe and healthy."
Brian couldn't resist. He settled in, spooning up behind Drew. Closing his eyes and running a gentle hand down Drew's arm, he felt Nick's hand in his hair.
"You have to get better tomorrow so we can make our snowmen," Nick said. "Brian and I can't make a good threesome without you."
"Got that right," Drew murmured.
"I'm one sexy bitch."