Locked

What Might Have Been: Locked

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex (or male-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: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor and the Savage Garden slashers. Also for the blowjob I almost wrote. And the meaningful metaphor I almost wrote.

Wherein there are two gay men, one bi guy, and a closet.

Notice: If you haven't read "Living" through "Destiny: Part Seven," you may be confused. If you aren't reading "Living," you should be. (Okay, so I'm biased.)

Here's how the story went originally:

"Brian wants to ask you something," Nick said.

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

"Not now."

"Now's good."

"Not here."

"Come," Nick said, taking Drew's hand. Drew took Brian's hand and followed Nick to-

"We're not going in the janitor's closet," Drew said.

"It's not for sex," Nick said. "Don't worry. Brian just wants to ask you something." He led them in, flipping on the overhead light, and Brian closed the door. "We're not locked in or anything, are we?"

"No," Brian said.

"Good, because that would be so cliche. Ask him."

Here's my revision:

"Brian wants to ask you something," Nick said.

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

"Not now."

"Now's good."

"Not here."

"Come," Nick said, taking Drew's hand. Drew took Brian's hand and followed Nick to-

"We're not going in the janitor's closet," Drew said.

Brian checked the doorknob. Rattled it. Tugged at it. "What if I say yes?"

"Yes what?"

"Yes we're locked in here."

"We are not," Nick said, reaching across them and grabbing the doorknob. It wouldn't turn. "Oh shit." He laughed. "I don't fucking believe this."

"Call for help," Drew suggested.

"We're locked in a closet and you want to call for help?" Nick asked.

"Yeah. What else are we supposed to do?" Drew asked.

Nick snorted. "Don't you watch TV? We're supposed to have sex."

"We are not having sex in here," Brian said. "Someone could walk in on us. We're in a public building."

"In a closet?" Drew asked. "What if-"

"Tell me I'm locked in here with the straightest white boys ever," Nick said. He sat on the floor, leaning against the shelving. "Everybody's in the studio. No one else has been around today. Until the guys come looking for us, we might as well get comfortable."

"Someone will come past any second," Brian said.

"Good. You stand there and wait for footsteps. You," he said to Drew, "come make out with me."

"We're not making out in here," Drew said, sitting close beside him.

Nick rested his temple on Drew's right shoulder and yawned. "Drew?"

"What?" Drew asked gently, left hand stroking Nick's blond hair.

"Will I make love to you someday?"

A silence. Brian watched Drew pet Nick. "Yeah," Drew said.

"I'll make it good for you."

"I know."

"It won't be like it is with Brian, I guess."

"Probably not."

"That's kind of weird. How I can do the exact same thing with you and with him, and it's different. I like that. You get that? You feel different when you're with me and when you're with him, even doing the same stuff?"

"Yeah."

"I can't even compare it."

"Are you tired?"

"Yeah. I was up so late having sex..."

Drew smiled. "Come here." He tugged Nick down, and Nick slid, stretching out, cheek pillowed on Drew's chest.

Drew caressed his cheek and kissed his temple and said, "Take a nap. We'll wake you when someone rescues us."

"C'mere," Nick said, eyes closed, holding out a hand. When Brian's fingers met his, Nick tugged, pulling Brian down next to them. "Kiss me good night."

"Good night," Brian said, and kissed his forehead.

Nick opened one eye. "You can do better than that."

"You're sleeping," Brian said. "I don't want to disturb you."

Nick shook his fingers free of Brian's and reached for Brian's shirtfront instead. "Come here and disturb me."

Drew watched the curve of Brian's lips fit Nick's perfectly. The clutch of Nick's fingers tightened, then loosened, as Nick moaned and opened his mouth beneath Brian's.

"I thought you were tired," Brian said breathlessly, smiling.

"Maybe I'm dreaming," Nick said, kissing him again, snaking a tongue into his mouth. Brian's right hand gripped the shelving for support; his left hand rested on Drew's thigh for balance. Nick's hand rubbed down his chest, detouring to tweak a nipple, sliding down between his thighs.

"We can't do this here," Brian said. A little more desperately, "Nick, we can't do this here."

"The door's locked," Nick said.

"Someone could come. Someone with keys."

"No one's coming except you."

It was a bad joke, but Drew had to smile. Brian's lashes started to flutter, hips moving. "Nick, let go, stop it, please."

"You're no fun," Nick muttered, removing his hand from Brian's crotch. He nestled down comfortably again, head on Drew's chest. "You interrupted my nap."

Brian winced, trying to adjust himself, and sat beside Drew. "You should come with a warning label."

"Yes, he should," Nick murmured.

"I meant you." Brian considered, looking at Drew. "But yeah, Drew should, too."

"We'll tattoo one on his ass," Nick suggested sleepily.

"Then no one would see it."

"First place I look," Nick said.

Quiet and calm descended. Drew held Nick, leaning slightly into Brian. Nick fell asleep. His hand was moved gently from Drew's crotch to Drew's chest.

Brian traced the curve of Nick's ear and whispered, "He looks so innocent when he's sleeping."

Drew snickered.

Brian, remembering Nick asleep naked, sweaty, decorated in semen, and tangled with Drew, reconsidered his statement.

Then Drew kissed him.

Soft and slow, sweet and wet. Drew's lips were tender, his tongue loving. His palm fit the smooth lines of Brian's neck.

"What are you doing?" Brian whispered, hard just from one erotic kiss.

"We're locked in a closet," Drew whispered back, hazel eyes amused. "How straight are you, white boy?"

Brian chuckled and kissed Drew.

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