Kinky

Kinky

Rating: NC-17

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 slashwriters.

Wherein they explore kinks, they explore limits, and they explore each other.

Notice: Twelfth in a series.

Schitzo

When Brian came home, Nick was rooting through the kitchen drawers. Brian kissed him and said, "What are you looking for?"

"Something to fuck Justin with," Nick said, closing one drawer and opening another.

Brian gave a gentle squeeze to Nick's groin.

"Besides that. Why don't we have any sex toys?"

"Does Justin know you're doing this?"

"He'll find out. We don't even have a turkey baster or something? What am I supposed to do, shove a spatula up his ass?"

"Be nice to him," Brian said.

"I'm always nice to him," Nick said.

Brian handed Nick a ladle. The handle was rounded plastic, slim and long with a blunt end. "Be nice." Brian kissed Nick's cheek and went to change clothes.

In jeans and a sweatshirt, Brian stretched over the bed. Sex toys. He'd always wanted those vibrating beads. Feed them into Nick's ass. Pull them out, one by one by one...

Brian rolled to his stomach and sighed with pleasure. Nick would let him. He could picture it. Nick's ass swallowing each bead. He'd put them in slowly. And Nick would pray that each one would be the last, hoping just as hard that there were more to come. And-

"Help!"

Brian rolled over just in time; Justin ran into the bedroom and, spotting him, ran to him for safety.

"He wants to fuck me with a-"

"Not the ladle, you ass, the handle," Nick said, coming into the room.

Justin frowned. "Oh."

Brian ran his hand over Justin's back.

"Don't put plastic stuff in me," Justin said. "I'm all-natural."

JC walked into the bedroom. "What's going on?"

"I needed rescuing from the big pervert," Justin said. "Sorry to have disturbed you."

JC looked at the ladle in Nick's hand. Then his eyes widened and he looked at Brian.

Brian smiled, stroking Justin's curls.

Nick stared. "You didn't."

"Just once," Brian said.

"What?" Justin asked.

"He let you?!"

JC turned red and left.

"What?" Justin asked.

"I washed it when we were finished," Brian said.

"He let you?" Nick repeated.

"Sure," Brian said. To Justin, he whispered, "I made love to JC the same way Nick wants to make love to you."

"With a ladle handle?"

Brian smiled.

Justin's jaw dropped. "JC?!"

"Sure." Brian kissed Justin's cheek. "You should have seen him."

"How'd you get him to let you?"

"I asked him if I could."

"Remember who you're talking to," Nick said to Justin.

"I don't get it," Justin said to Brian. "I'll never understand the sex power dynamics in this house. And I'll never understand why you can get JC, my JC, JC JC, to roll over and beg."

"Brian gets you to roll over and beg," Nick said.

"That's different," Justin said.

Brian kissed Justin's soft mouth. "How's Little JuJu today?"

"Lonely," Justin said. "Neglected."

"Poor baby," Brian said. "Let me kiss him and make him feel better."

When Nick had finished watching Brian and Justin, he went up to JC's study. "Got a second?"

"Yeah," JC said, scratching his forehead, setting aside his notes. Then he saw the ladle.

Nick handed it to him.

JC took it. Looked at it.

Nick sat beside him on the sofa. "Why'd you let him?"

"He asked if he could." JC turned it over. Ran a thumb over the top of the handle.

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah. It was scary, but I trusted him."

"Did it hurt?"

"No. He'd already...he'd rimmed me and used two fingers and made love to me."

Nick nodded. Brian was smart. JC was tight, and sensitive to pain, so Brian had opened him and used him before introducing something new.

"It's a little hard," JC said. "But he was slow and gentle with it."

"You think Justin could take it?"

"I think Justin would love it. Make sure you're careful." JC handed it back to Nick.

Nick couldn't believe that Brian and JC were encouraging him. "Do you want to watch?"

JC smiled. "Yes."

"JC?"

JC looked at him.

"Would you let Brian do it to you again?"

"Maybe."

"If he asked?"

"Yes."

"Would you let me watch?"

"Maybe."

"If he asked?"

"Yes."

Nick grinned.

On the bed, talking, relaxing, Brian fondled Justin's balls. Justin tried to be as calm about it as Brian was. He was familiar with Brian's hands-on style, but it was hard to be as casual about it as Brian was, when he was the one being groped.

Nick came in and sat behind Brian on the bed. They held a hushed conversation. Justin tried to hold his hips still, letting Brian stroke his perineum, wishing Nick would whisper in his ear like that.

JC was going to say no. He knew what Nick wanted, and he was going to say no. He was not going to let Brian fuck him with a kitchen utensil in front of Nick and Justin. No.

He was an adult. He had his pride, and he had his limits.

He took Justin to bed. He let Justin's soft tongue lick into him. That always felt good.

He curled up with Justin. Justin relaxed in his arms.

"JC?"

"Hmm." He toyed with Justin's curls.

"If Nick wants to do me with the ladle, will you watch?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think I should let him?"

"If it's something you want to do."

"Did you...did you like it?"

"Yes."

Justin scratched JC's back. "I never knew Backstreet Boys were so kinky."

JC smiled. "Has Brian started spanking you yet?"

"What?"

"He'll ask if he can. I know he wants to."

"He wants to spank me?"

"Yes."

Justin looked at JC. "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"He told you?"

"He asked for my permission."

"To spank me."

"Yes. He should ask you about it any day now."

"Help," Justin whispered.

"You can say no."

"To Brian?"

"I'll tell him you don't want to do it. If you don't want to do it."

"With his hand or with something else?"

"With his hand."

Justin thought about it.

JC rubbed Justin's naked butt.

"He wouldn't hurt me."

"No."

"Why does he want to? Oh, god, JC, what if Nick wants to?"

"You can say no."

"I'll let Brian but I am not letting Nick. No no no."

JC kissed him. "If you don't like it, tell him and he won't do it. It's no fun for Brian if you're uncomfortable."

"Why isn't he spanking you or Nick?"

"He hasn't asked me if he can. I think that it would be a little uncomfortable for him to do that with Nick."

"Yeah." Justin sighed. "Brian's going to spank me. Hey."

"What?"

"Maybe... I could be a bad boy."

"How?"

"Help me think of something."

When Brian came home, Nick blew him a kiss from the sofa. He sat beside Nick, kissing mouth, cheek, neck, ear. "Hi."

"Hi," Nick said, and sighed with pleasure.

Brian sat back. "Where's everybody?"

"JC's room," Nick said, making a vague gesture towards the ceiling. "He's sampling the impressive noises of his boyfriend."

"Justin's beatboxing," Brian translated.

"Right."

Brian rested against Nick's shoulder. "What are we watching?"

"I think these people are having an affair behind that lady's back."

"Why?"

"Guess their significant others haven't figured out how much fun it is to share."

Brian smiled. "I like sharing."

"You must've aced kindergarten."

"It was fun to share you last night."

Nick was having hot flashes. It wasn't fair to bring up stuff like that. Brian and JC making love to him. Sharing his love, sharing his body. And Justin sitting there, watching. Justin wanted to fuck him again. He could tell. Maybe tomorrow. He liked making Justin wait. Liked having Justin watch Brian and JC do whatever they wanted to do to him. Whatever they wanted.

"What are you thinking about?" Brian asked, rubbing his chest.

"Last night."

Brian's hand rubbed lower. Groped until Brian found the head of his cock through his jeans. "Did you like it?"

"Yeah."

Brian massaged his dick. He wanted Brian to open his jeans. Maybe he'd do it himself.

A door. Footsteps. JC and Justin came downstairs. "Brian! You have to hear it, JC's a genius," Justin said, climbing over the sofa and landing on Brian.

Brian kissed him. "A genius?"

"Ohhhh..." Nick's hips rocked a little. Brian...

Justin glanced over at Nick. "He's happy to see you."

Brian smiled. "I'm happy to see him, too."

"Are you happy to see me?" Justin asked.

"Always." Brian kissed him. "What were you two doing up there?"

"Making beautiful music together," Justin said. "Can you believe JC wrote out what he wanted me to do? It was like reading music. Then he told me to go off on my own, and I did, and he started sampling that, and... It's great, you'll love it. Oh. When you hear it. When it comes out. That sucks!"

"It's okay," Brian said.

"We need new house rules," Justin said.

"We're in competition," Brian said. "It's safer this way. Then we won't be tempted to do anything we shouldn't."

"Don't you want to hear just a little?" Justin asked. "JC's a genius."

Nick moaned as Brian's hand worked him.

"Can I play, too?" Justin asked.

"Sure," Brian said, and let go. Justin climbed onto Nick, one hand taking Brian's place kneading Nick's aroused cock, kissing Nick's cheek. Brian smiled and went to change clothes.

JC followed him to the bedroom.

Brian stripped to his underwear, then pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt. He combed his hair and dropped onto the bed. "Who's making dinner?"

"You are," JC said.

Brian groaned. "I was afraid of that." He gazed at the ceiling. "Trade you."

"We're not allowed to do that."

"Justin's right. We need new house rules." Brian sighed. "Make dinner tonight and I'll let you do my boyfriends."

JC smiled. "Tell you what." He knelt astride Brian's thighs. "I'll make dinner tonight." He unbuttoned Brian's jeans. Unzipped the fly. "All you have to do."

"What?"

JC pulled Brian's cock out of his underwear, rubbing the shaft. "Do to me what you did to Nick last night."

"What?" Brian asked.

"You know what I mean."

Brian tried to remember. His eyes widened.

JC leaned down and kissed him.

"JC. JC, I... Nick's threshold for pain is a lot higher than yours."

"I want you to do it."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Let's make a deal."

"Okay."

"Do it to Justin first. If he likes it, do it to me."

"That's not fair."

"Justin," JC called.

"Hey!" Nick yelled.

Justin came to the doorway, bright-eyed and aroused. "Yeah?"

"Get back here!" Nick yelled.

"Brian wants to fist you," JC said.

Justin's eyes went wide.

"You don't have to," Brian said. JC ducked down and kissed Brian's naked cock. "JC," Brian said. "I don't want to - - I've been fisting Nick for years, you know that."

"He likes it," JC said.

"I don't want to hurt you," Brian said. "You're so tight, JC."

"Ouch," Justin said. "Nick!"

"What?"

"Come here."

Grumbling. Nick showed up, disheveled and sexually frustrated. "What."

"You like being fisted?" Justin asked.

"Yeah," Nick said. His gaze went to where JC was licking Brian's pubic hair.

"It doesn't hurt?"

"Nah," Nick said, still watching. "Not much." Brian's hips rose as Brian made an aching sound. Nick's nostrils flared.

"There are green warts on your face," Justin said.

"Yeah," Nick said, attention fixated elsewhere. Then, "What?"

"Nothing. You're drooling."

"Shut up."

"Oh, JC..." Brian moaned.

"I can't believe that doesn't hurt," Justin said. "Can I do it to you?"

"What?" Nick asked.

"Can I fist you?"

"What? No! Get off."

"Brian does."

"Brian can do whatever he wants. I don't even like you."

"Do you want to fist me?"

"No." He watched JC mouth Brian's balls. Brian moaned and Nick's ass tightened.

JC got down to business, helping Brian undress, kissing Brian's mouth. Brian's hand went right between JC's thighs, groping JC's erection, opening JC's pants. As quickly as JC had taken control, he lost it. Brian rolled him to his back, stroking his cock, making him pant and moan. Brian pushed up JC's shirt to suck his nipples.

Nick wanted Brian's mouth.

"He did give me four fingers," Justin said.

"Why'd he stop?"

Justin didn't answer.

"Baby Justin can't take it?" Nick asked.

"Shut up."

"Bet you started crying."

"I came," Justin muttered.

Nick chuckled.

JC groaned, arching, undulating, pushing his hips towards Brian's touch.

Brian's fingers pressed behind JC's balls. "I know what you want."

Justin and Nick paid careful attention. They usually didn't get to do JC. Brian always got to. JC spread for Brian the way Justin spread for JC; with gratitude and obedience. Nick expected JC to say, "Yes, master," to Brian one of these days. He didn't know how Brian did it. Well, Brian had the same effect on him. He couldn't even be jealous.

JC moaned, legs opening, hips tilting.

"Ssshhh," Brian said. "They're watching. You don't want them to see how greedy you are."

JC couldn't hold still. His hips bucked against Brian's questing fingers. His ragged breathing made Justin's balls ache. Calm, controlled, superior JC was all but begging Brian to fuck him. Everyone in the room knew he wanted it. Everyone knew he was too proud to ask. He never had to ask. Brian was more than happy to oblige him.

Today was different.

Brian was going to make him ask.

In front of Nick and Justin.

Brian massaged JC's pucker. "Do you like watching me with Nick?"

There was an affirmative sound to JC's uneven panting.

"Do you like seeing me fist him? Do you like the way it looks? Do you like the way he loves it? The way he wants it."

JC licked his lips, rocking his hips against Brian's hand, wanting more.

Brian's forefinger flirted with the hole. "You've never been fisted. You're so tight, JC." He dipped in and JC moaned. "You like being touched here. You like me to touch you here. You want it."

"Yes." When Brian's finger triggered fireworks, JC arched, groaning.

"I know what you want."

"Yes."

Brian's finger twisted and pushed. JC fucked himself onto Brian's finger, hungry for more. Nick couldn't stop staring. Justin wanted to get closer.

"I'll give you what you want," Brian said. A promise. A threat.

"Yes..." JC pulled at his nipple. "Yes..."

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