Like It Was
Copyright January 9, 2007 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex
Pairing: Nick Carter/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. This writing is a work of fiction. I make no money from this venture.
Notice: Diamond quoted an article about Alpha Dog that included this line from Justin Timberlake: “Nick and I took a trip upstate.” And you expect me not to write a story?
“And JC’s picking up AJ,” Chris said.
What the hell, “Should I pick up Brian?” Justin asked.
“He’s busy being Christian or something, so he’ll be a day late,” Chris said, “but Nick’s coming right past your place, so you can ride with him.”
No. “I was kidding,” Justin said. “I’m not-”
“What, you’re too good to share a car with Nick Carter?” Chris asked.
“It’s not-”
“Good,” Chris said. “Great. And bring a gift. Something nice. A new bike would be good.”
Justin didn’t give it much more thought over the next two weeks, although he did pick up a bike for Chris. It was about the size of Justin’s head, and the remote control did several dozen fancy, tricky things, and he had Chris’s name painted on it.
Then he got a bottle of wine, for Kevin. The gesture wouldn’t hurt.
He figured that he’d head up a little early, so he’d have time to talk to Chris and check the place out. When he got home the night before, he checked his messages and heard, “Hey, this is Nick. I’ll be over around noon tomorrow. See you.”
Of course the caller ID hadn’t picked up Nick’s number, and when Justin called Chris, he got voice mail: “I’m opening a restaurant, god damn it! Stop bothering me! Unless you want to invest large sums of money into the greatest eating establishment on the planet, and if you do, then leave a message.”
He had no good way to get back to Nick, unless he played phone tag with all of their friends. A half-second of thought made it obvious that his choices were either to drive up on his own and let Nick figure out that they weren’t traveling together, or let Nick pick him up.
It wasn’t like he’d never shared a car, years later, with a former casual fuck. It was just that he hadn’t been alone with Nick since they’d last been unzipped together, and he didn’t feel like going through any awkward back-and-forth bullshit.
He’d barely been face-to-face with Nick since those days. They’d both been busy. Shit happened. They’d never been friends to begin with, so there’d been no reason to keep in touch. The main thing that had kept them coming back for more during that brief period was, well, it had been safe. Nick had been in pretty much the exact same position he’d been in, young and under pressure and wanting to get laid but not being willing to risk the group reputation for a quick fuck.
A few handjobs, a few blowjobs, a few spectacular fucks - - at the time, Justin had thought that he’d never want anything else the way he wanted Nick. But it had gotten too inconvenient, too messy, and he’d drifted back to girls. He’d been with a few guys since then, but none of them were up for anal, and he missed it, sometimes, missed that feeling, missed the burn and the pressure and the slippery lube smeared on his skin and Nick’s fumbling fingers and the way Nick had grunted against the back of his neck. The rhythm of sex, rocking him, shaking his body.
But they’d been kids, then, teenagers, stumbling through their first times at new sex acts - - they hadn’t known anything. He’d never sodomized anyone before he’d done it to Nick; he’d never felt a dick in his mouth before, never held one on his tongue, never sucked on someone’s balls just to make him moan.
They’d been stupid back then. They’d taken the whole thing seriously in some ways, casually in others; they hadn’t even really liked each other, out of bed. In bed, Nick gave him head whenever he wanted it, and spat his cum out on the floor, which had been so crude Justin had developed a sort of kink for it, and sometimes asked girls for it, later. The luxury of having someone who knew his hot spots and could push all of his buttons in order and could get him off hard and fast, but would give him head whenever he asked, would lick his balls, would lick his asshole, would bitch at him when he got lazy and just lay there but never really held it against him - - it had been like stumbling into an unexpected fantasy.
But it had started to get harder to coordinate their schedules, and finding safe times and places just got difficult, and time passed, and the whole concept just grew inconvenient, and his days with Nick faded into memories.
They were older now, though. They were experienced at sex, at life. Justin had ended up in uncomfortable situations with a lot of his former sex partners; this one would be a non-event, in comparison. They’d drive upstate, they’d hang out and show support for the opening, and it’d be over. Joey would probably give him a ride home afterward.
No big deal.
When he opened the door, he realized that Nick was bigger than he remembered. Hell, it hadn’t been that long, had it? It surprised him to think that maybe it had. “Hey,” he said. Nick’s eyes were a vivid kind of blue that his memory hadn’t exaggerated after all. “How are you doing?”
“Good,” Nick said, pushing his fingers through his hair and looking kind of restless. “How’s it going?”
“It’s okay,” Justin said. “Do you want a drink?”
“No, I’m okay. Are you ready to go, or…?”
“Yeah,” Justin said, “let me get my bag.”
When conversation wandered off into silence, Nick turned on the radio. When one of Justin’s songs came on, Nick finally spoke again. He didn’t say anything about the song, though; he asked, “You’re not with anybody this weekend?”
“No,” Justin said. “I’m taking a break from all of that for a while.”
Nick slipped his sunglasses on.
Since Nick had brought it up, “What about you?”
Nick shrugged. “I’d do you,” he said, “if you wanted to.”
And just like that, Justin was rock-hard. His fingers hooked into the upholstery and his lungs strained for air. His body remembered Nick’s hands learning him, remember Nick’s mouth providing endless pleasure, remembered Nick’s thrusts rocking him, remembered that there had been nothing that good since. God, it had been too long. Aching for it, feeling need twist through his body, Justin’s voice was strained when he said, “Yeah, I’m down for it.”
“We have some time now,” Nick said, not even glancing in his direction, expressionless, tone casual as hell, “if you want to stop somewhere.”
“Here,” Justin said. There was no way he was passing up this opportunity. “Stop here.”
The room was dim, and the curtains were drawn, and when Justin locked the door, before he could get out a word, Nick cupped his stiff, insistent dick and knelt in front of him, undoing his fly and rubbing him up. Groaning, need and lust already coursing through his body, Justin felt his knees buckle slightly, and his fingers ran restlessly through Nick’s hair, trying to guide Nick forward onto his dick. Taking him in, Nick slurped him down right away, bobbing over the hard, aching length of his erection.
“Oh, yeah, oh…” Nick’s luscious mouth was soft and wet and his tongue, oh god, his tongue. Justin’s hips moved in a slow echo of Nick’s steady, hypnotic pace. Sliding his hand under his own shirt to stroke a nipple, Justin bit his lower lip as pleasure rippled through his body.
Panting, Justin looked down to watch Nick’s soft, red lips slide over his dick, and he moaned at the sight of it. He loved the way Nick licked and slurped and kissed his dick with that gorgeous mouth.
Nick began to suck again, in earnest now, and Justin couldn’t stop moaning. It had been way too long. Justin had gotten head from a lot of people since Nick, but none of them were like this. He wasn’t even sure why this was different, why it was this good, but his blood was pumping and his body was screaming that nothing and no one compared to Nick.
Nick’s fingers rubbed and stroked around the base of his dick and petted his balls in soft, deep, circular motions that, just like before, just like always, sent thick tremors up and down his thighs and made him come in quick spurts.
Making a sick, clogged sound that Justin remembered from years ago, Nick turned his head and spat onto the floor. “You want it again,” Nick looked up at him, breathing heavily, cheeks flushed red, “or can I fuck you first?”
He was still shaking. “Fuck me?” Justin asked, as his brain tried to register the words, like his body wasn’t already itching and begging for it, like his first instinct on hearing that word in Nick’s mouth hadn’t been to spread his thighs.
“I’ve got everything covered,” Nick said, pulling Justin forward a few steps as he rose, then stepping around behind and kneeling down, his hands stroking Justin’s thighs and ass while his back met the door, “I brought condoms and lube,” and then his tongue was, shit, shit, oh, fuck…
“Mine,” Nick said. “I wanted to fuck you again.”
Justin hesitated, then stood, facing him. “It can’t be like it was before.” It felt good being with Nick, but there were too many risks, too many complications.
“I know,” Nick said, and kissed him.