Copyright July 3, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: R
Pairing: Drew Lachey/Kevin Richardson
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 and the Savage Garden slashwriters.
Wherein Drew's on the phone, Kevin's changing the sheets, and I don't know what everybody else is doing. Playing polo, maybe.
Notice: Diamond and I were throwing pairings around, and I suggested
Kevin/Drew. She liked it. Then I said, or should it be Drew/Kevin?
Heh. Cool.
"I love you, Drew." A private confession.
Drew let that simmer. His lover waited through the silence. "I want to touch your face."
Kevin closed his eyes.
"Your smooth, pale skin... Your perfect face... Your beautiful body..."
Each word, each secret syllable, echoed in Kevin's heart.
"Green, green eyes and black, black hair... You're so beautiful, Kevin, so handsome, so masculine, so confident, so mature, so sexy... The outer beauty of your face, your body. The inner beauty of strength, knowledge."
Drew's voice caressed Kevin's ear, his heart, his soul.
"I can't wait to get home," Drew said. "I know you've been waiting for me."
"Yes," Kevin whispered.
Drew smiled. "It won't
be long now."
He stripped the bed and put on fresh sheets. Then he changed the sheets again. White was good. Plain white. He spread the quilt at the foot of the bed, out of the way. He pushed the pillows into shape.
Drew was coming.
Kevin took a long shower, wanting to be clean, clean for Drew, pure for Drew, handsome for Drew. He shaved again, just to be sure, and trimmed his goatee. He brushed his teeth. While his hair was wet, he combed it out. When it dried, he brushed it, flipping it to make it look thick. He'd grown his hair out at Drew's request, but they'd been apart for so long that Drew hadn't had a chance to see it long in person. He wanted Drew to touch it. To touch him. Drew's fingers, Drew's gaze, upon him...
He didn't know what to wear. Kevin rifled through his drawers time and again, dismissed the contents of his closet, and wondered if he had time to go shopping.
No time. Drew was coming.
Drew liked him in white briefs. Kevin hated briefs. He put them on anyway, adjusting himself. White T-shirt, sleeveless. Dark jeans. Black button-down shirt, open.
Kevin was so nervous he was sweating. He ran his hand through his hair and checked himself out in the mirror. Drew was coming. He'd forgotten cologne, damn it-
The doorbell rang.
"Hi. You want to come in?" Kevin's eyes took inventory: the eyes, the mouth, the dimples, the shoulders, the-
"It's been a long time," Drew said as Kevin locked the door. Kevin faced him, standing still while Drew's gaze swept him. "You look good," Drew said.
"Thanks. You look...great."
Drew's hands ran up Kevin's chest through his T-shirt, plucking Kevin's nipples in passing, making Kevin's entire nervous system stand up and pay attention. "I've been thinking about you," Drew said.
"I've been thinking about you, too," Kevin said.
"I've been missing you," Drew said, watching his fingers play over Kevin's chest.
Kevin put one hand on the small of Drew's back. Drew let him, not bothering to look up. "I missed you," Kevin said softly.
"I know you did," Drew said, this time looking up and gracing him with a small smile. "Honey, I'm home."
A shiver ran along Kevin's
spine.
Drew clasped his black leather dog collar with nimble fingers, running a thumb over the dull metal studs, then put on the matching wrist cuffs. He glanced at himself in the mirror, tugged his shorts down farther over his ass, tossed his hair. He turned to Kevin.
Kevin held still while Drew looked him over. Coming closer, Drew pushed back Kevin's shirt, exposing broad shoulders, exposing long arms, until the shirt dropped to the floor. Drew's warm palm ran down Kevin's bicep, naked skin against naked skin.
"When was your last orgasm?" Drew asked.
"Yesterday," Kevin said.
"What were you doing?"
"I knew you were home, and I couldn't stop thinking about you. About you being home, being close, coming here today."
Drew nodded, accepting his answer and dismissing it as unimportant. "When were you last with someone else?"
"A month ago. When we were in Europe."
"Woman?"
"Yes."
"You've been keeping it to yourself," Drew noted.
"No one else is...you."
Drew smiled. "Take
these off," he said, and tugged at Kevin's belt loop. "On your knees."
Kevin's heart ached, balls ached, as Drew's touch found his neck.
Drew's thumb circled Kevin's voicebox. "Kevin."
Kevin couldn't look away. The pressure of Drew's touch, the knowledge of flesh against flesh... He wanted to be closer, to lean in and feel the rippled muscle of Drew's abdomen against his cheek. He wanted to taste Drew on his tongue. He wanted to breathe in the scent of Drew's-
Drew's fingers skimmed Kevin's forehead and feathered back into the layers of Kevin's dark hair. His touch against Kevin's scalp raised the tiny hairs on the back of Kevin's neck. Drew couldn't have known that, but he reached back and stroked Kevin's nape.
Kevin shivered.
Drew offered his wrist to Kevin.
Kevin stopped to breathe in the heated scent of Drew's palm. Then he opened his mouth and sucked on Drew's wrist cuff, nursing the metal studs, licking the leather. He knew that Drew's wrist beneath it would taste faintly of leather. He knew that the inside of the leather shorts would smell like Drew's musk.
While Kevin sucked Drew's
bracelet, Drew's fingers caressed the underside of Kevin's chin.