Copyright September 14-October 1, 2000 by Matthew Haldeman-Time (actually, 3:30 a.m. October 2)

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise 98 Degrees, 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.

Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor and the Savage Garden slashers.

Notice: This piece follows "I Need You Tonight," its sister fic "Boy Lead the Way to Ecstasy," and the sequel to both, "Not Easy."

        "You convince him."

        "Me?"

        "You talk better than I do."

        "Nick, you can talk Drew into just about anything.  No, no, we're not convincing him or talking him into anything.  We're going to give him the chance to do something, and let him decide whether it's right for him or not."  Brian leaned his forehead into Nick's shoulder.  "We're all going to die."

        "We are not."

        "There's a special room in Hell for the people who corrupt the innocent."

        "Really?  Are they saving me a seat?" Nick asked, curious.

        Brian looked up at him.  "What?"

        "I corrupted Drew and you.  There's gotta be a special award for that or something."

        "You did not corrupt me or Drew."  Nick laughed, and he smiled.  "Okay.  Maybe Drew.  But not me."

        "Really?  You participated in gay threesomes all the time before I seduced you?"

        "You didn't...seduce...  Okay, you did, but it was really nice.  You're the best thing that ever happened to me.  You and Drew.  You and Drew and the Backstreet Boys."

        "You and Drew and the Backstreet Boys what?  Where's Liam?" Drew asked, in the hallway, looking in through the open door.

        "You're back early.  Oh no!" Nick exclaimed in mock fear.  "Hide the crack!  Shove the naked girls in the closet!"

        "You can't be finished eating already," Brian told Drew.

        "I thought you might like to know that Chris punched AJ.  But I can go back-"

        Nick grabbed Drew's arm as Drew turned to leave.  "Get back here, mister.  Chris hit AJ?  That's it, gang warfare, the Backstreet Boys will rally and kick some *NSYNC butt."

        "When Nick hit me we didn't rumble," Brian said.

        "Have you looked at 98 Degrees?" Nick asked.  "We can totally take *NSYNC."

        "Why did Chris hit AJ?" Brian asked.

        "It was last night.  AJ insulted Justin and JC, Justin tried to kill AJ but was held off, JC did some yelling and left, then Chris hit AJ.  You know, because AJ hit Nick in defense of his friends, so Chris hit AJ in defense of his friends.  Kind of an ironic twist."

        "So we can't rumble because AJ sort of deserved it?" Nick asked.  "Man.  This is no fun."

        "What did AJ say?" Brian asked.

        "He insulted JC's music."

        "Ouch," Brian said.

        "And he...mocked...Justin's...orgasm noises."  Drew blushed.

        "He's just jealous because he's not getting any," Nick said.

        "That's cruel, though," Brian said.  "Making fun of something personal like that?"

        "If they want it to be personal they shouldn't be loud," Nick said.

        "We're loud," Brian reminded him.

        "If you'd just tie me up and gag me, we wouldn't have that problem," Nick said.

        "You're scandalizing Drew," Brian said.

        "I am not."

        "You are so."

        "I bet Drew wishes you would tie me up and lick me all over.  I bet he'd help you."

        "I bet he wouldn't."

        "I bet he has wet dreams about it."

        "I bet he doesn't."

        "Think we could tie up Drew?"

        "I don't think we need to."

        "But he'd look good."

        "He always looks good."

        "Would you gag him?"

        "No.  Not that mouth.  That mouth is too pretty."

        "It's so pretty that's why I would gag it."

        "Really?"

        "But then I couldn't hear that noise he makes."

        "The one he makes when you kiss his nipples."

        "That sort of shivering groaning sound."

        "I can't do it."

        "It's a special Drew noise.  If I gagged him I couldn't hear it."

        "Would you let him tie you?"

        "In a second.  I'd love it."

        "But what would he do?"

        "Anything he wanted to.  You'd be there.  You could decide together."

        "What would you want us to do?"

        Nick grinned.  "Fuck each other and make me watch."

        "You're perverted."

        "God, that would be so good."

        "We did that last night.  Not the tying you up part, but the sex part, with you watching."

        "Yeah, but you let me help.  You let me share.  I'm talking about doing it like I wasn't there."

        "Like the first time.  When you were eavesdropping."

        "It was so hot, and I couldn't see anything, I just pictured it, what you must be doing to each other.  Your first time together, discovering each other."

        "Um, guys?" Drew asked.

        "You're still here?" Nick asked with a smile.

        "Of course he's still here," Brian said.

        "See?  We didn't scare him off at all," Nick told Brian.

        "I think he's too frightened to run," Brian said.

        "Drew's tough.  Nothing scares him," Nick said.  "Except a good orgasm.  That's not his."

        "That's not fair," Brian said.  "We really took him by surprise."

        "I don't know why.  He thought he could fuck me and I'd just come quietly and drift off to sleep?  God, no wonder he's a virgin, he has no idea what he's missing."

        "No talking about that," Brian said.  "We said we wouldn't pressure him."

        "I'm not pressuring him."

        "Then stop talking about it."

        "I can't help it.  I'm obsessed.  I have tasted heaven, I have touched the promised land, I have seen the-"

        "Nick."

        "But I never actually got to stay.  That sucks.  I want to-"

        "Nick!"

        "Well I do," Nick said.  "So do you."

        "Of course I want to," Brian said.  "But I respect Drew.  So do you."

        "But he's so pretty," Nick complained.

        "Guys?" Drew tried for a second time.

        "What?" Nick asked cheerfully.

        "Let's go get breakfast," Brian said, shooing Nick out of the room.  "Is AJ down there?"

        "No," Drew said, bewildered by the change of pace.  "They think he's hiding."

        "AJ McLean does not hide," Brian said, locking the door.  "We'll see him."

        "Sooner than you think," said a familiar voice in the hallway.  Brian turned and saw AJ standing there, looking as casual and sexy and ultra-cool as ever.  "Thanks for the song last night."

        "That's gotta hurt," Nick said, eyeing the bruise on the side of AJ's face.

        "Not bad," AJ said.  "My pride's killing me."

        "Come down to breakfast with us?" Brian invited.

        AJ smiled at Brian's lack of subtlety.  "Don't think I'd be welcome."

        "I'm inviting you," Brian said.  "Come on.  We don't want you wasting away to nothing."

        The elevator doors opened and Justin Timberlake Chasez, JC, Lance, and Kevin started down the hallway.  Everyone said hi to everyone else, save AJ.  Then Justin said, "Okay, here, I'm sorry Chris hit you, I'm sorry we got mad at you, I'm sorry you acted like a jerk, I was wrong to attempt to take your life.  Shake my hand."

        AJ shook Justin's hand.  "I'm sorry I acted like an escaped psych patient."

        "Can we ask why?" JC asked.

        AJ shrugged.  "I was having a really good time, and then I had a really lousy crappy few hours, and I took it out on you.  I was immature and cruel and thoughtless."

        "What went wrong?" Brian asked.

        "Nothing that can be fixed," AJ said.  "Life sucks and I'm going to get breakfast."

        "Chris is down there," JC said.  "He's rehearsing his apology."

        Downstairs in the hotel's main lobby, Chris was standing in front of his sofa audience of Justin Jeffre and Joey.  "I'm sorry that I hit you.  I'm sorry that I made the medicine wisecrack.  I'm sorry that I bruised your face and now you can't go in front of the cameras outside.  I'm...what else?"  The elevator doors opened; Chris looked up with dismay as AJ stepped out with Brian, Drew, and Nick.  "No no!  I'm not ready," Chris said.  "Go back!"

        "I'm sorry," AJ said.

        "That's my line!"

        "You're sort of messing him up here," Joey told AJ.

        "He's practicing his speech," Justin said.  "It was going well.  Very to the point."

        "Why are you apologizing?" Chris asked.  "I hit you."

        "I deserved it," AJ said.  "Don't ever touch me again."

        "This has been a moving emotional experience," Drew said.

        "If we were women, we could have made an entire 'Lifetime Original Movie' out of this moment," Joey said.

        "It's really not worth it," Chris said.

        "AJ acts like a jerk, Chris hits him, it's over," Nick said.  "Guys rule."

        "Muttered apologies, assertion of masculinity, and we're moving on," Drew said.  "To breakfast.  Let's go."

        As Drew went with Nick, Brian, and AJ to the dining room, Jeff and Nick Timmons-Lachey stepped off of the elevator.  For Nick, time stopped as his brother walked away from him, down the hallway.  Drew was a familiar presence in Nick's life, an everyday occurrence.  Drew always, always had been in Nick's life, ever since Nick could remember.  Drew was home and family and youth and commonality and work and play and love and comfort and jealousy and irritation and the only person on the entire planet who had come from the exact same place, the exact same background, as Nick.  They'd sprung from the same loins, the same blood, the same home.  Sure they fought sometimes, they'd developed entirely independent lives, entirely different personalities.  But Drew was smart and reliable, fun and interesting, warm and caring, talented and beautiful.  And this might be the last time that Nick ever saw him without being hated for looking.

        "Come on," Jeff said, hooking a hand through the crook of Nick's elbow.  "We're going outside for distraction, remember?  To keep your mind off of that."

        "Off of what?" Justin Jeffre asked from the sofa.

        "Nick just found out that the movie Titanic is based on an actual ship sinking.  He's upset," Jeff explained.

        "Try again," Chris said.

        "You're staring after them," Justin said.  "You worried about your fight with Brian?"

        "We're just wondering," Jeff thought fast, "whether Nick Carter's a natural blonde."

        Joey choked.  Chris shouted, "Hey, Brian!"

        The doors, which had been swinging shut, opened and Brian stuck his head into the hallway.  "Hey, Chris!"

        "C'mere!"

        Brian groaned and came down the hallway.  "I'm trying to get some food."

        "This'll just take a second," Chris said.  "Is Nick a natural blonde?"

        Brian stared at Chris without blinking.

        "Jeff asked," Chris said quickly.  "I'm just asking on his behalf.  It's none of my business.  Totally."  Chris sat hastily and primly between Justin and Joey on the sofa.

        Brian stared at Jeff.

        "I'm gonna go sign some autographs," Jeff said.  "Come with me," he told Nick, and they disappeared within seconds.

        "Is he a natural blonde," Brian repeated.  "Is he a..."  Brian burst into laughter and went to the dining room to tell Nick.

        "I'm angry that you casually mock and dismiss what's tremendously important to other people.  You criticized JC's music but I don't see you trying to write your own."

        "I don't have to do it myself to know what's good and what's bad."

        "And I guess when someone's got a hand down your pants you're silent as a church mouse."

        "I'm seeing a whole new side of you this week that I never guessed you had."

        "I'm seeing new sides of you, too.  The bisexual side, the complete evil jerk side, the-"

        "Name-calling?  I thought that you were the nice one."

        "I don't feel like being nice to you.  You insulted my friends.  You treated me like a-"

        "Like an adult?  I overestimated you."

        "I thought that you were nice, too, AJ.  I thought that you were fun and interesting and sexy and talented and...  You have this onstage presence that I'll never have.  I know that you're not perfect, but I never thought that you'd be crude."

        "I was honest."

        "You were degrading."

        "Degrading?  You call that degrading?"

        "What would you call it?  Flattering?"

        "Maybe," AJ admitted.  "There are hundreds, thousands of people who'd like to do what I asked you to do."

        "Then call one of them.  I'm not here to service you like...  That's what you think of me?  That's honestly what you think?  You expected me to say yes, to leap at the chance?  If I wanted cheap sex I could have had it in every city this entire tour.  I want a relationship with a real person.  I want someone to talk to and spend time with, to help me to keep my sanity in this industry.  I love the guys, but Justin and JC being together is reminding me that I'm missing something important in my life.  I wanted something I could keep.  I thought that you did, too."

        AJ swallowed and forced out the words.  "You were wrong."

        "Then I won't bother you again.  I'm sorry."

        "What can we do?" Nick asked.

        "There's a weight room somewhere," Drew said.

        "We can go sign autographs," Brian said.

        "Let's not," Drew said.

        "You don't like your fans?" Nick asked.

        "I don't feel like going out there," Drew said.  Brian and Nick exchanged a "something's wrong with Drew" look.  Drew, busy drawing his finger through the condensation on his milk glass, missed it.

        "Weight room, then," Nick said.  "But not for hours and hours.  We have to talk to you about Liam Neeson later."

        "Tell me now," Drew said.

        "We can work out first," Brian said.

        "Oh.  I gotta...  I gotta...talk.  To somebody.  For a second.  I'll meet you upstairs," Nick said.

        "Where are you going?" Brian asked.

        "To talk to somebody.  Weren't you listening?"

        The two of them watched Nick go.  "There is one troubled young man," Drew said.

        "I hope he's staying out of trouble," Brian said.

        Nick opened the glass entry doors and stepped onto the parking lot.  He waved to the cheering fans and gestured to Jeff, who came over to him with the other Nick.

        "What's wrong?" Jeff asked.

        "Nothing.  We didn't tell him anything yet.  I just thought you might like to know we're going to be in the weight room."

        "Oh, thanks," Jeff said.  "We were going to go there next, and that could have been really awkward."

        "As soon as we're finished in there we'll talk with him," Nick said.  "We want to give him plenty of time to consider it."

        Jeff nodded.  "I know that the sooner you tell him the better, but I wouldn't know where to start."

        "I'm hoping that Brian will think of something."  Nick looked to Nick.  "We're cool."

        Nick Timmons-Lachey nodded.  "Yeah.  Sorry if I was tense earlier."

        "There's not really a guide book on how to act in this situation," Nick said.  "Hey, if Drew decides to hate you for the rest of his life, you won't hold it against me, will you?"

        "As long as he hates you, too, I'll be fine," Nick said.

        "Can I ask you something?" Jeff asked.

        "Sure," Nick Carter said.

        "Is Drew a virgin?"

        "Kind of."

        "Kind of?" Nick asked.

        "You know, he's fucked me, he's fucked Brian.  He let me touch him, last time we were together, but he's still a virgin in the hard-core technical sense."

        "I'm surprised," Nick said.

        "Because he's with me and I'm oversexed?  Drew says no and I respect that.  It's his body.  I'm just happy to visit.  I've always given him respect."

        "We will too," Jeff said.

        "I know.  That's why this is going to work."

        "If this does happen, I won't know how to thank you," Jeff said, serious.

        "You should thank Brian.  It was his idea."  Nick grinned.  "You could kiss him.  That would be a great thank-you present."

        And then a soft kiss over his knuckles made his dreams came true.

        He blew it, of course.  Ruined the whole thing two days later.  Not even forty-eight hours had passed before he got himself in trouble.  It had been too good.  Someone who understood him; who liked him onstage and off; who knew the life; who kissed him without possession or reverence, which were the usual responses to "I'm kissing AJ McLean of the Backstreet Boys," but with gentleness and innocence and desire.  Someone nice.  He liked nice.  He needed nice.  Someone who, surprising him, didn't expect him to be the consummate seducer that he played onstage.  He could have been that seducer, he could have done the act, he even would have liked it.  But that wasn't asked of him.

        He'd never had anyone lick his tattoos.  Just the sight of it, never mind how good it felt, had made his breath catch.  And from this person, of all people.

        Then he ruined everything.  Asked for something he shouldn't have.  Saw those pretty eyes widen with shock before narrowing in anger.  He'd never seen those eyes angry.  He wanted to take it back, he wanted to apologize, he wanted to fix it.  But he didn't do any of that.  Instead, he made it worse, provoked more anger, deliberately sabotaged what he shouldn't have tried to get in the first place.  He should have known better.  Fun, kind, easy-going, attractive people with voices like that one were supposed to be with beautiful devoted women.  And so was he.  He shouldn't have tried to get anything else.

        Then Brian had had an idea.

        And now Nick was still lying on the bed.  And he was lying naked, draped over Nick, Nick under him warm and dressed and smelling like sweat and touching his hair.  And Brian was behind him, kneeling astride him, giving him a massage.  Had he mentioned that he was naked?  Despite that, there was nothing overtly sexual in the moment.  Erotic, perhaps, well, yeah, considering he was naked and lying on his lover and his other lover's hands were on his body.  But mostly they were just there, together, enjoying each other's company, trying to soak up as much of each other as they could before they separated.

        His mind drifted lazily.  He wouldn't think about leaving them.  He wouldn't think about anything bad.  He'd just think about Nick's fingers against his scalp and Brian's sure hands easing his muscles.

        "I'm glad your brother and I made up," Brian said, voice casually moving into the easy silence, fingers digging into Drew's right shoulder.  "He's a great guy.  I know you were upset when we were fighting."  Silence.  "He really cares about you.  Before I joined the Backstreet Boys, I never had that close connection with anybody.  Even with my old best friends, it's not like living and working and sharing everything like in a group.  The Backstreet Boys all work and live for the same things.  Like 98 Degrees, you're all close, you're all there for the same thing, and you share it.  I'm glad you have that connection.  They're great guys.  They look good, too.  Not that the Backstreet Boys don't.  But you guys...  Take Jeff.  It's bad enough that he has that voice.  If we didn't have Howie I'd steal Jeff over to our side.  That's a great voice.  But he's also gorgeous.  His face, his hands, he's so expressive.  And his body.  You have a great body, I don't need to tell you that, you've seen it.  But Jeff, those muscles?  When you see him in clothes he just looks really good.  And then I saw the video for 'Because of You,' when he's in that tank shirt, and you can see his arms, his shoulders, and the shirt's white and it's clinging to him, those hard pecs, you can even see his nipples.  Jeff has an incredible body."

        Brian's hands were moving down Drew's back inch by inch, massaging thoroughly.

        "Not that I've seen all of it.  I've wondered.  When I saw the firemen poster, once I could rip my eyes away from you, I saw Jeff.  Standing there, his chest exposed, his heavy pecs.  You can't see his nipples.  Did they do that on purpose?  It drives me crazy, being so close, not getting to see.  You can see those dark hairs crawling up towards his navel, and I want to see the rest of them, see where they start.  There's that little hint of his boxers, striped blue, and I want to tug them down, get his pants out of the way and just see for myself if the rest of him is as hard and masculine as I hope it is.  I've thought about it, how I'd like to touch him, how it could be.  But I know that I can't.  I already have more than I ever thought I would, and I can't jeopardize that for one night.  And I respect Jeff, I respect his marriage.  Love's a very unique quality, and Jeff and I don't love each other.  He doesn't love me.  He doesn't even want me.  He wants your brother.  He wants you.  It's not the same, wanting your brother and wanting you.  But that doesn't make it any less compelling.  It's not just sexual, physical attraction, either.  Jeff loves you.  You love him.  What would it be like, do you think?  To make love with him.  To touch him.  I've never gotten to touch him, besides shaking his hand.  I've never gotten to see him naked.  Have you?  Have you seen him?  Have you put your hand on his shoulder, maybe, or his back?  He must be warm, he looks warm, and hard.  His tight skin, does it feel like silk, do you think?  Or like satin.  Maybe his cock is like velvet, I think.  He said he's afraid of heights.  I am, too, but you take me so high it feels like heaven.  Would you do that with Jeff?  Would you take him high?  Make him so hard and so turned on that he hits a whole new high note in that beautiful voice?  He'd let you.  If you asked.  He wants you to.  And Jeff's not the only one.  So does his husband.  Nick.  They want to be with you, Drew.  Just once.  Just one night, to be with them.  They have each other, and you have us, but there's a different kind of love.  Something that's desire and affection and that special bond.  If you want to, you can be with them tonight.  If you want to kiss them, to taste their lips just one time.  Tonight.  If you want.  If you want to know what it's like."

        Brian's hands were down toward Drew's waist now.

        "You're having a sexual awakening.  You want to explore.  You want to understand all of these new sensations.  You can experience that with Jeff and Nick.  You'll be safe.  A safe space, with people who care about you."

        Drew closed his eyes.

        Brian's hands drifted down over Drew's bottom.  "Look at this.  You're fulfilling every cliche here.  Tight and round.  You have better curves than a woman."

        "You know, if you rave on and on about Drew's ass and Jeff's chest, we're going to start wondering if you're really bi after all," Nick said.  "And not that I've ever seen them naked, but JC's got a nice ass, and I'd love to get a handful of-"

        "They're taken and so are you," Brian said.

        "Good for me."  Nick's fingers stroked through Drew's hair some more.  "Lucky lucky me."

        "You think they talked to him?" Nick asked.

        "By now, yes.  And we haven't heard anyone screaming, no one's called the police, no one's discovered Brian's corpse.  No one's come to tell us any bad news.  So we'll just keep waiting."

        "He's-"

        "Nick.  It's Drew.  Trust him.  Whether he says yes or no, whether he considers it or turns it down immediately, whatever happens, he'll understand."

        "How can he-"

        "Trust him.  I know you trust Drew.  And we can trust Nick and Brian."

        "You just want to have sex with them," Nick muttered, freeing his wrist with a slight twist.

        Jeff's eyebrows went up slightly.  "Yes, I confessed a passing interest in handsome young men.  I'm not going to run out and have an affair with them.  You don't find them attractive whatsoever?"

        "I'm married."

        "You don't find them attractive?"

        "They're with Drew."

        "You don't find them attractive?"

        Frustrated, Nick snapped.  "They're gorgeous!  They're talented and they probably kiss really well!  Of course I'm attracted to them!  But I'm in love with you so who cares!"

        Jeff smiled.  "Thank you.  Was that so hard?"

        "The five of us should just have an orgy," Nick muttered, turning away from Jeff.

        "No one wants that."

        "Nick probably does," he said, glaring at his feet.

        Jeff smiled.  "You like him."

        Nick met Jeff's eyes briefly.  "Don't tell."

        "It'll be our secret.  Is that the second time you've mentioned an orgy?  Are you trying to tell me something?"

        "No!"  He stared at Jeff, wide-eyed.

        Jeff smiled, patted his arm, teasing.  "It's okay, Nick.  We won't hold it against you."

        "I wouldn't even know what to do in an orgy."

        "You'd probably get embarrassed and leave."

        "What would five guys do together?"

        "Have a lot of fun."

        "It would be so messy."

        "You wouldn't like to get messy with Brian?"

        "In an alternate universe, maybe.  I don't...  It's hard for me to think like that.  I spent years just wanting you, I was so focused on you that now it's hard to realize that other people exist that way."

        "What about Jessica?"

        "I cared about her.  She has a great voice."

        "That's it?  Should I be worried that once I'm dead you'll just write 'Nice guy, sort of short, sang tenor' on my headstone?"

        "No!  I'll want people to understand you, to know what you meant to me."

        "So what would you write?"

        Nick grinned.  "'Nice guy, sort of short, sang first tenor.'"

        Jeff grinned back and kissed him.  "You've captured the essence of my life in those poetic words."

        "I didn't leave out anything?"

        "No, that about covers it."

        "So what would you put on my headstone?"

        "'Here lies the husband of Jeff Timmons-Lachey.'"

        "That's it?"

        "Have you done anything else worth mentioning?"

        "Guess not.  In comparison."

        "Good."  Jeff kissed him again, longer, deeper, until he was sinking back onto the bed.

        "I thought we weren't..."  He couldn't talk when Jeff's hand was there.

        "Just once."

        "You made me promise."

        "I didn't promise," Jeff reminded him, opening his pants, licking his ear.

        "Oh."  Now that he thought about it, Jeff was right.  "Sneaky."

        "I just don't want you going too long without sex and then coming all over Drew in the first five seconds."

        "I have better control than that."

        "It's not going to be run-of-the-mill sex with Drew, Nick, it's going to be hot and charged."

        "I've never had run-of-the-mill sex."

        "Never?" Jeff asked, pushing up his shirt.

        "Never with you.  And nothing before you counts."

        "Good point," Jeff said, and rubbed a thumb over the head of his cock, ending the conversation.

        "You don't have to," Nick said.  "It's up to you."

        "I don't know what I'm doing.  I want to have sex with my brother-in-law.  I'm attracted to my brother.  I haven't always been.  Just lately.  Me and my stupid sexual awakening - - did you have to do this to me?"

        "I'm not sorry," Nick said.

        "You should be," Drew said, not meaning it.  "What am I doing?  How long have I felt this way?  How long have I wanted to kiss Jeff?"

        "Since you met him, if you're smart."

        "Can you just go instead of me, and do it for me, and then come back and tell me what it was like?"

        "I wouldn't mind, but that's not what they want.  Drew, if you don't want to do this, you don't have to.  No one wants to make you do anything."

        "Whose fault is this?"

        "Brian's."

        "Can we break up with him?"

        "No."

        "Darn it."

        "You have to decide what's right for you.  What you want and what you can live with and what you can't."

        "How far...  I don't want to expect too much."

        "Don't worry, they want you as much as you want them.  They won't kiss your cheek and tell you to get lost.  But we agreed that they stick to the boundaries Brian and I are keeping.  You told us no fucking, not even fingers or tongues, and they won't try it, either."

        "They...would have?"

        "I don't know."

        "I'm in so much trouble."

        "Not if you don't want to be."

        "Brian said tonight?"

        "At nine o'clock."

        "What time is it now?"

        "Eight thirty."

        "Oh god."

        "Not in here.  In 303."

        "303.  Liam Neeson.  That's what you've been doing?  When Brian kept disappearing yesterday, and then this morning?"

        "Yeah."  Nick's fingers trailed down Drew's nape.  "We couldn't really just tell you that we were negotiating with your brother over the use of your body."

        "I'm in so much trouble.  Will you be there?"

        Nick swallowed, feeling a slow orgasm slide through his brain.  "That's up to you.  We thought that it might be too personal for us to be there, but Jeff and Nick said that if you wanted our support...  It's your decision."

        "Please.  Stay with me."

        "We'll behave ourselves.  I won't even call out pointers on technique."

        Drew chuckled against Nick's chest and raised his head, looking up at Nick.  "I can't believe that that's actually reassuring."

        "You're okay?"

        "Yeah."  Drew let go of Nick and turned to Brian; who was standing nearby feeling guilty.  He hugged Brian tightly.  "Thank you."

        Brian's arms wrapped around Drew's shoulders.  "I should thank you."

        "Come with me.  Both of you."  Drew squeezed Brian and let go.  "I want to get there and freak out quietly for half an hour."

        "Any time you want to stop, we'll all stop," Brian said.

        "Am I dressed right?" Drew asked.

        Nick looked him over critically, smiling.  "What you got on under those clothes?"

        "Nick..."

        "I'll just look for myself," Nick offered, reaching out a hand.

        Drew dodged Nick's grasp.  "Underwear."

        "Boxers?"

        "Of course."

        "What color?"

        "I don't know, does it matter?"

        "Navy blue," Brian said.  "Hey, I'm allowed to watch you get dressed."

        "Good boy," Nick told Brian.  "You naked under that shirt?"

        "Aren't I supposed to be?" Drew asked.

        "Button-down's good, but you can't make it too easy for them.  Put on a T-shirt under it.  And lose the socks and shoes."

        "Why am I supposed to be barefoot?" Drew asked.

        "Because the romance always slows down when you have to start messing with footwear, and it interrupts the whole seduction scene," Nick said.

        "Is that why you developed your new foot fetish?" Brian asked.

        "It's not my fault you two have suckable toes," Nick said.  "You two have suckable everything."

        "I'm not changing clothes again," Drew said.  "But fine, I'll take off my shoes.  And socks.  Okay?"

        "You're not even going to try to make them work for it?" Nick asked.  "Do you remember what I had to go through the first time I tried to get your clothes off?"

        "You asked me to get undressed and I did," Drew said.

        Brian laughed.  "I don't believe it.  Nick's been telling me that story all this time and I never believed him.  You really did?"

        "He was very persuasive," Drew said.

        "I believe you," Brian said.  "He talked me right out of my pants and into his bed."

        "You still haven't told me how it happened," Drew said.

        "Look at the time," Nick said quickly.  "We'd better get going."

        "I'll tell you tomorrow," Brian told Drew.

        "I'll take him down," Nick said.  "Why don't you go tell them that we're on for nine.  They're probably going crazy with suspense."

        "You're sure about this?" Brian asked Drew.

        "Scared," Drew said.  "Thank you.  For being understanding.  For giving this to me."

        "We're on for nine," Brian said.  "Drew's ready."

        Jeff inhaled.  "Thank you."

        "Drew's asked us to be there.  If that's not a problem."

        "That's fine."

        "Oh.  Come barefoot."  Brian smiled.  "And relax."

        "Right.  Relax," Jeff said.  "I'll do that."

        "You're not," Nick said.

        "What if I can't get it up?"

        "That won't be a problem."

        "What if I come too soon?"

        "Drew.  Chill."  Nick knelt in front of Drew, on the floor, and took Drew's face in his hands.  "You need to calm down, okay?  Stop thinking about your cock.  I think about it enough for both of us.  Just think about how nice it will be to kiss Jeff."

        "Kiss Jeff.  I don't know how to kiss Jeff."

        "You kiss me.  You kiss Brian."

        "What if I'm not good enough?"

        "Drew.  You're wonderful.  They love you.  They want this.  You're going to have the time of your life.  Then you can come back with me and Brian and we'll take good care of you."

        "Thank you."  He breathed a little easier, relaxing.  Then he felt a hand creeping up the inside of his thigh while fingers trailed down his abdomen, and Nick looked into his eyes, tongue flicking out over soft pink lips.  He swallowed.

        "Drew?" Nick asked in that fuck-me boy-sex voice.

        "What?" he asked, not breathing easily at all.

        "Will you tell me what it's like?  After?"

        His breath shuddered and he said, "I'll tell you anything you want to hear."  Nick kissed him, and he was lost in Nick's mouth until he heard the door.  Then he jerked back, erection failing.

        "It's just Brian," Nick said.

        "Thanks," Brian said.

        Drew stood; Nick stood with him.  "I'm going to throw up on them."

        "Do you want to go?" Brian asked.

        "No.  No.  I want this.  I'm just losing my mind.  I'll be okay."  Behind him, Nick started to turn down the bedclothes.  He pretended that he hadn't noticed.  He was supposed to get in that bed.  He was supposed to be naked in that bed.  With people who were not Nick or Brian.

        Brian hugged him.  "We love you.  We'll be right here.  If you want to stop, we'll understand.  And if you have too much fun and decide to leave me for Jeff, I'll kill you.  Okay?"

        "Okay."  He kissed Brian.  "I love you."  Brian's kiss, embrace, was comforting and anchoring, reminding him of all that he had.  He trusted Brian, and Brian had proposed this evening, so he would go forward and accept it.  He could walk off into this scary path because he was safe here.

        There was a knock at the door.

        Drew broke the kiss and looked at the door.

        "Remember to breathe," Brian advised, and kissed him.  "I told them to come barefoot."

        Which was why Drew was laughing when Jeff and Nick came into the room.

        "Welcome," Brian said, and locked the door firmly.

        "Hi," Nick Carter said.  "Ignore us.  We're not here."  He pulled Brian by the hand back to stand in a corner.

        Drew looked from Nick to Jeff and back again.  "Now what?"

        "I get to go first," Jeff said.  "If that's okay with you."

        Drew swallowed.  "Sounds good."

        "If I do something you don't like, just smack me in the head," Jeff said.  Jeff walked forward, and Drew forced himself to stay put, until Jeff was directly before him, inches from his body.

        Nick's grip was crushing Brian's fingers.

        Drew looked over Jeff's shoulder to his brother.  "This is okay with you?"

        "He's all yours," Nick said.  "For tonight."

        Drew looked into Jeff's eyes.  Blue eyes.  Different from Nick's, different from Brian's.  Familiar.  He saw these eyes every day.  Jeff's eyes, Jeff's smile, always had light and life in them.  Jeff had enthusiasm, energy.  And Jeff was touching him.  Drawing fingertips along his jaw.  Jeff never touched him.  Not like this.  He wished that Jeff would.

        He tipped his head a little to one side and closed the inches between them.  When his lips met Jeff's, his eyes drifted shut.

        Nick barely bit back a "Wow."  Brian's breath caught.  Nick's knees went weak.

        "Oh," Drew said softly, and brought one hand up to Jeff's shoulder.  Broad shoulder.  Jeff tasted good, smelled good, and Jeff's hand was on his neck, the other on his back.  He put his free hand on Jeff's back.  A safe place to put it.  He could feel the shift of Jeff's muscles under his palm through Jeff's shirt.  One of Jeff's naked feet stroked over his foot while Jeff's tongue stroked over his tongue, and he couldn't believe that this was happening, really happening, in his own life.  He was kissing Jeff.  Really kissing Jeff.

        He hadn't wanted Jeff from the first second they'd met.  He'd been too busy trying to learn his part.  But the more he knew Jeff, the more he liked Jeff, and at some point he'd grown attracted.  Who could deny Jeff's obvious physical appeal?  His feelings for Jeff never had matured into anything like what his brother's feelings for Jeff had become, and he'd never considered acting on his own interest.  But yes, he wanted Jeff, and now he could admit it, to himself, to Jeff.

        He was reluctant to break their kiss, especially with Jeff sucking his tongue like that, but he needed to ask something.  So he said, opening his eyes, "What can we do?"

        Jeff met his gaze, stroked his hair.  "Whatever you want."

        "Can I take off your clothes?"

        Jeff smiled.  "I'm not shy."

        Well, no, he knew that.  Anyone who had a body like Jeff's might as well display it once in a while.  He smiled and kissed Jeff again, just to enjoy it, just because he could.  He could kiss Jeff.  He was allowed.  But then he stopped the kiss, because if he was going to get to undress Jeff, he was going to concentrate on it, to memorize the sight as he exposed every bit of skin.

        He started with the shirt, unbuttoning from the top, going slowly.  After the first button, he slid his fingers over Jeff's skin.  "You were right," he murmured.  "Warm and hard.  Tight."  He leaned under Jeff's chin and brushed his lips over Jeff's skin.  Licked.  Tested.  "Silk."

        "Dare I ask?" Jeff asked.

        "I'm wondering how pure some people's intentions really were," Drew said.  He avoided looking to the corner where Nick and Brian were.  Instead, he kissed Jeff again and returned to unbuttoning.  Once he'd untucked Jeff's shirt and unbuttoned it entirely, he spread the sides, pushed it back.  Jeff pulled it off, then took off the silver cross and set it on the table, and he just looked.  Jeff had on a white tank T.  Brian had been right.  Broad muscular shoulders, hard arms exposed, cotton clinging to heavy pecs.  Drew took a slow turn around Jeff, skimming his hand down Jeff's back.  In front again, he put his hands on Jeff's shoulders, felt slowly down Jeff's upper arms, forearms, hands.  Jeff kissed him.  Jeff's kisses were deep, he was learning.  Nick's kisses tended to be like sex, hot and direct; Brian's kisses tended to be slow and very thorough.  Jeff's kisses were deep, intense.

        He ducked his head, breaking the kiss, and caught his breath, then lowered his fingers to the hem of Jeff's shirt.  He tugged it up, revealing Jeff's abdomen.  He could see Jeff's arousal pushing from behind Jeff's jeans.  He'd gotten glimpses of Jeff's cock before.  Not a lot, and not in any detail.  But stuff happened, they had to change clothes, they used public restrooms.  If nothing else, he knew that Jeff was well-hung.  And he knew that he was about to learn a lot more, to get to know Jeff's cock close up and personal.

        Among their group, there had been a casual hey, we're all guys, we've all gotta change backstage mentality at first.  When he'd come out, told them that he was gay, he'd expected something to happen, a shift in attitudes.  He expected that he'd change elsewhere, or that they would turn away from him.  But all three had remained as blase about it as beforehand.  Okay, so now he knew that two of them were gay, but still.  It had meant a lot to him that they weren't uncomfortable around him.

        He traced his finger around Jeff's navel, noted Jeff's inhalation.  He traced up farther, mapping Jeff's abdomen, then said, "Can you take this off?"

        Jeff pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it.

        Drew took a moment just to look.  Just to admire.  He took another slow turn around Jeff, paused behind Jeff to touch Jeff's shoulders, back, spine and muscles and shoulderblades.  He came around in front of Jeff and leaned in, whispering in one ear, "Would you mind if we faced the other direction?  I'd hate to keep this to myself."

        "You're going to make me blush," Jeff said softly, and kissed him.  He stepped sideways as they kissed, then kept going until he had his back to the corner and Jeff was facing it.  He broke the kiss and returned to business.  He rested his hands on Jeff's shoulders, then slid them down onto Jeff's chest.  He watched, felt, Jeff breathe.  Then he kissed Jeff's shoulder, kissed Jeff's chest.  He licked over Jeff's tattoo, put his lips to a nipple.

        "Okay," Jeff said, stepping back.  "Before I come in my pants can we get you naked, please?"

        Drew laughed.  "Okay."

        "Let me."  So he stood still, feeling everyone's attention on him.  Jeff unbuttoned his shirt slowly.  He felt new fingers stroking his skin.  The shirt slipped off of his shoulders, then down his arms; he let it fall.  Jeff's hands caressed him, and he wondered whether Jeff were trying to store up this moment as much as he was.  Then Jeff pulled him in again and kissed him, and Jeff's chest was hard and naked against his, warmth seeping into his skin, and he reached up to pluck at a nipple, and Jeff's hands were on his back at his waist, holding him close, and he wrapped an arm around Jeff's shoulders to keep Jeff close, too.

        Jeff's cock was hard.  Drew could feel it.  He wanted to look.  To touch.

        Jeff's fingers slid just millimeters beneath the waistband of his jeans, at his back.  "Do these come off?" Jeff asked.

        "They can," he said.

        Jeff's hands came to his hips and backed him up a little.  Then Jeff's eyes raked him.  "You're beautiful."

        "I've been hearing that  a lot this week," he admitted.  "Thank you."  He knew that Jeff meant it.  He'd keep that with him.

        Jeff's hands stroked down his body to his waist.  Unbuttoned his jeans.  Worked down the zipper.  Peeled his jeans open, eased his boxers over his cock.  "Oh.  Oh, Drew, that's...nice.  Damn."

        Just to have something to do so he wouldn't think about Jeff's lust-threaded voice, Drew tugged his jeans and boxers off the rest of the way.  When he straightened, Jeff caught his naked hips in two hands.  "Let me touch?" Jeff asked.  He nodded, not trusting his own voice.  Jeff's gaze dropped.  He held his breath.

        Jeff's fingers traced up his cock, along the pulsing vein.  Drew had to put his hands on Jeff's shoulders for support.  Nick's touch tended to be more teasing, letting him know that Nick knew how to turn him on; Brian's touch was usually more loving, friendly, trying to make him feel good.  Jeff, Jeff's touch was confident, self-assured.  Jeff knew exactly what to do here.

        Did he ever.

        Jeff's grip was devastating, fingers skilled, and if Jeff's thumb hit that spot one more time he was going to come all over the both of them.  He grabbed Jeff's wrist with one hand, other hand going for Jeff's nape and pulling Jeff in to kiss him.

        Jeff let go.

        "No," he said.  "No, no."

        "I don't want you to come yet," Jeff said.

        "Touch me," he said, panting.  "Please."

        Jeff's touch returned.  But to his balls now, not his cock.  Jeff stroked the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, rolled his balls in one hand, skimmed his perineum.  That hand left him; he moaned in disappointment.  Then it returned, on his back now, sliding down his back, down lower, finding his butt.  He moved against Jeff's hand, wanting more.  Jeff cupped his butt and hauled him up to Jeff's body; he held on to Jeff and felt Jeff's jeans against himself.  Okay, those had to go.  Now.

        He looked into Jeff's eyes.  "Could you take those off?"

        "Sure," Jeff said, smiling, and stopped touching him.  He stepped back to give Jeff room to move.  Suddenly he felt cold, and vulnerable, and very aware that he was standing completely naked in a room with four other people.

        Jeff ever so casually unbuttoned, unzipped, and undressed.

        Nick dropped to his knees.  Brian made a tiny choked sound.  Nick swallowed.

        Drew tried to start his brain again.

        Okay, that explained why Jeff knew how to work cock.  If Drew had one like that, he'd never let go of it.

        Jeff took his hand and pulled him closer, stroked his upper body.  "Can we use the bed?"

        "Sure."  His voice still worked.  Pleasant surprise.  He swallowed and went to the bed, sat down, slid back, laid down, head on the pillow.  He'd been here, on his back beneath a man.  Actually, the very first night after Nick had first kissed him, the night that he'd gotten naked at a simple request, he'd been on his back in a bed under Nick.  Maybe that made him easy.  Maybe that made him less masculine.

        Jeff, obviously, had no problem being masculine.  Jeff crawled up over him, with a smile that slipped, for a heartbeat, into a deliberate leer that made him smile in return.  Then his eyes closed and Jeff kissed him, deep strong kisses, fingers tracing his torso and massaging his nipples.  He pulled at one of Jeff's nipples in return, just to do it, because he could; he could touch Jeff's nipples if he wanted to, and he wanted to, so he did.  His other hand ran down Jeff's strong back to Jeff's butt.  Oh, wow, if Brian liked tight round asses, Jeff's would be perfect.  He forced himself to stop petting down there and wrapped his arm around Jeff's waist, pulling.  "Come down here."  Jeff kissed him harder and complied, resting on top of him, chest to chest, groin to groin, thigh to thigh.  Jeff was warm and heavy and felt wonderful.  Amazing.  His head was spinning and his cock was throbbing and he couldn't stop touching Jeff.

        "Drew."

        "Oh god."  He tipped back his head as Jeff kissed his neck.

        "Drew, can I suck your cock?"

        "Oh, yes.  Please.  Do that."

        Jeff laughed against his skin and kissed his mouth.  Jeff licked his nipple and slid down his body.  "You're so beautiful, Drew."  Fingers on his balls.  "Can I deep throat you?"

        "Okay," he managed to say.  Down that golden throat?  He didn't know if he could take this.  With any luck, he'd manage not to come in the first two seconds.  If luck were really with him, Jeff wouldn't be good at this, and then he could grab back some of his self-control.

        Oh hell that theory was shot.  He clenched his teeth shut hard and grabbed the sheets.  Jeff's tongue licked over the head of his cock slowly, applying plenty of pressure right where he needed it, one hand stroking the shaft with a practiced touch.  Jeff licked up, down, over, and he felt his thighs spreading like a...like a...god he was a slut.  He might as well admit it.  Jeff's fingers stroked behind his balls and he moaned, feeling muscles contract in a place where no one but Nick had ever touched him.  Then he was in Jeff's mouth, hot and wet, not a hint of teeth.  Down Jeff's throat.  Where did these people learn to do these things?

        It was over fast.

        Then Jeff was on top of him, kissing him, hand stroking up his ribcage.  He wanted to touch Jeff, too.  Taste Jeff.  Learn Jeff.  "Let me touch you."

        Jeff said, "Okay."

        In a move he'd practiced this week, he rolled Jeff over until he was on top.  He skimmed his hands down Jeff's body, tasting as he went.  He realized that he was the only one in the room doing anything, besides which his audience had a perfect view of his naked butt.  Then he remembered that that was exactly why they were there, to watch him and his naked butt, so he decided to forget about them and attend to business.

        He moved aside one of Jeff's heavy thighs and took Jeff's balls in his hand.  Jeff must have oceans of semen.  He could just picture it, barrels of come pulsing from that cock.  And what a cock it was.  He'd been right.  Jeff was well-hung.  It was long, and wide, and dark with blood.  It jerked when he held Jeff's balls.  Gazing at the dimensions of it, he developed a whole new respect for his brother.  He wondered briefly whether part of Nick's charm, for Jeff, was Nick's wide mouth.

        "What are you smiling at?" Jeff asked, poking the top of his head.

        He just looked up the bed at Jeff and grinned.  Then he looked down again and ran his knuckles up Jeff's cock.  "You been spending your money on implants?"

        "Don't make me kick you."

        "Don't make me bite you."

        Jeff sat up and so did he.  They kissed, touching each other, running their hands over each other's bodies.  "Touch me," Jeff said.

        He pulled back a bit.  "Show me how?"

        Jeff smiled.  "What makes you think I masturbate?"

        "I'm just wondering why you ever stop."

        Jeff laughed and took his hand.  For one weakening moment Jeff licked his palm.  Then, Jeff's hand planted on the back of his, Jeff wrapped their fingers around the throbbing erection.  It felt huge and alive in his grip.  Jeff showed him how to work it, a confident, professional grasp and pull, pull and twist, thumb flicking over the head on the downstroke.  Between the pulse and the beat, Drew became suspicious about Jeff's claims to a complete lack of a sense of rhythm.  The hardness and heat of it, the handsomely flared head, began to beckon to Drew.  Hot white started to pour over his fingers; he started.

        "Pre-cum," Jeff explained, eyes half-closed, voice a shade shakier than it had been.

        Then what did the main event look like?  "Jeff?"  Jeff kissed him.  "Jeff."

        "What," Jeff said, letting go of his hand, still kissing him.

        "May I taste?"

        Jeff's eyes opened at that.  "You want to?"

        "Yes," he said, letting Jeff hear the emphasis.

        Jeff smiled, surprised, pleased.  "Sure."

        He pushed at Jeff's shoulders; Jeff laid down again.  He stroked Jeff's hips and opened his mouth.  He lapped up Jeff's cock, licking up salt-bitter pre-cum, feeling the pulse against his tongue.  He got to the head, licked up and over it, licked pre-cum right from the source.  He closed his eyes, licked his lips, and wondered how far he could open his mouth before his jaw dislocated.  He licked some more, put his lips to the head, sucked at the slit.  He heard Jeff moan.  Fingers pulled at his hair; he crawled up Jeff again and got kissed to death, rolled over, pressed into the mattress.

        "Can I just come now?" Jeff asked.  "Are you finished torturing me?"

        "I wasn't," he said.  "And I don't...  I don't want you to think that I'm only saying it because you said it to me, or because you're...hung.  You're beautiful, Jeff.  I look at you every day and...  You're beautiful."

        Jeff kissed him, soft, tender.  "Thank you."

        He smiled.  "You can come now."

        "Thank you," Jeff said, groaning.  "Can I...?"

        He nodded, kissed Jeff.  Jeff, on top of him, rested on forearms braced by his head.  Jeff's strong body rocked against him, hips thrusting, muscles flexing.  It was incredible, to be under that power, to submit to that force.  One strong thigh was between his, Jeff's hard cock against his abdomen, Jeff's tongue thrusting into his mouth in time with their bodies.  He laid back and let Jeff ride.  How did Nick live through this?

        God, how did Nick live through an actual fucking?

        Huge cock plus stamina plus muscular strength equaled Nick Carter's favorite word.  Drew couldn't find think of a better descriptor.  That was why, when Jeff came, finally, spurting semen all up his chest, Drew sagged limply and breathed, "Wow."

        There was a silence.  Everything was still.

        Jeff pushed himself up slowly.  "Sorry."

        "Don't be.  For anything.  That was...  There's semen on my chin."

        "Now can I say I'm sorry?"

        "No.  No."  Certainly not when Jeff was licking his chin clean for him.  That licking led to a very thorough kissing session, where, as a consequence of their rolling around and groping each other, the mess spread.  Finally Jeff pulled away, gasping.

        "If we don't stop," Jeff said, "we'll keep going."

        "Good."  He pulled Jeff in for another kiss, had to, it was so good.

        "We should stop," Jeff said, and looked into his eyes.  "We should."

        "I don't want to," he confessed softly, holding onto Jeff's hand.

        "I know."  Jeff kissed him slowly.  "Come on, we're filthy."

        "Your fault."

        "You're the one who got me excited.  Come on."  Jeff pulled him by the hand, off the bed, toward the bathroom.  "You might as well come and look," Jeff said, and a moment later there were three people peering around the doorjamb like cartoon figures.  Jeff shook his head in mock disgust at Drew, who smiled.  They took warm wet washcloths with bits of soap and wiped each other, taking their time, exchanging kisses, learning each other's bodies once more.  They rinsed each other, splashing water onto the floor and then flicking it at each other like children.  Finally they settled into a long kiss, and he pressed Jeff back against the open door, and they shared in a final, lazy grope.

        "I should get dressed," Jeff said.

        "Should I?"

        "I wouldn't bother," Jeff said.  "It'll all just come off again."

        "I don't want to assume anything."

        "I think it's safe to assume," Jeff said.  "Come on."  They left the bathroom, ignoring their audience, and gathered Jeff's clothes.  Drew indulged himself, since it was his last chance, and felt up Jeff's muscles, licked the flushed velvet of Jeff's cock, and took a long look at Jeff's naked ass.  Then Jeff covered up everything.  When Jeff was dressed, barefoot with the shirt unbuttoned, Drew kissed him, hugged him, felt the cold cross against his naked chest, felt Jeff's tight embrace.

        "I love you."

        He felt Jeff breathe.  Heard, "I love you."  Was subjected to one final kiss.  And Jeff backed away from him.

        "You need a minute?" Brian asked.

        He sat on the foot of the bed.  "Yeah."  He leaned forward, elbows on knees, chin in hands.  He closed his eyes and tried to find his center.

        Someone warm and close, a familiar sweet clean masculine scent, hands in his hair.  "You okay?"

        He wrapped an arm around Brian, rested his face against Brian's neck.  "Yeah."

        "You want to keep going?"

        "Yeah."  He breathed in Brian.  "I have a lot to tell Nick."

        "He probably can't wait to hear it."

        "You would have liked it."

        "I don't doubt it."

        "You were right.  His cock is smooth like velvet."

        "Oh, Drew.  I really didn't need to hear that.  It's hard...sorry...bad enough already."

        He smiled and lifted his head, met Brian's eyes.  "Yeah?"

        "I knew it would be...special.  But I had no idea."

        "Is Nick tingling?"

        "I think he's gone into shock."

        "Here.  Kiss me."  Brian did.  Brian made a little surprised sound and deepened the kiss, which was what he'd hoped that Brian would do.

        Brian eased away from him, looked at him.  "You taste different."

        "I probably taste like Jeff."  Like Jeff's skin, Jeff's cock, Jeff's come, Jeff's mouth.  Brian kissed him again, licking up  reminders of Jeff.  Brian's tongue flickering in his mouth made him harder, harder.  And Brian was kneeling in front of him.  And he couldn't help but think of what Brian and Brian's tongue could do in this position.  "Brian."

        "What?" Brian asked, kissing him further, sucking on his lower lip.

        "Please."

        Brian knew that tone of voice.  Brian looked at him.  "Now?"

        "Please."  He touched Brian's cheek.

        "Here?"

        "Please."

        "Are you sure?"

        "If you want to."  He needed it.  For practical matters, he wanted to get off now so that he wasn't over-ready when his brother entered the picture.  Emotionally, he needed Brian, needed reassurance and connection and love, needed someone supportive and familiar to take care of him, to touch him, in the middle of these new hands.

        "All right," Brian said, and kissed him gently.  Brian's hands, hands that knew him, hands he knew, stroked his chest, his sides, his thighs.  Brian sucked at a nipple and stroked up his cock.  He slipped onto a familiar plane, one where he was safe to go, because he trusted Brian to take care of him while his mind and body flew to separate spirals.  The pleasure spiraled up, up, and he knew that he was whispering Brian's name but he couldn't actually hear it, and then Brian's lips met his cock.  Brian's lips, Brian's tongue, Brian's kisses and licks, those muted lapping noises, Brian's mouth around his cock, Brian's tongue stroking over the head, under the head, and Brian's throat, down Brian's throat, and he saw white.

        He dropped onto his back.

        Brian came up onto the bed, crawling over him, kneeling astride his thighs.  "Come on.  No sleeping on the job."

        "Where did you learn to do that?"

        "Do what?"

        "With your tongue."

        "I've had lots of practice on Nick.  You know that."

        "Can you teach me?"

        "You don't need advice on how to suck cock, Drew."

        He smiled.  "I don't?"

        "Are you stoned?"

        "One too many orgasms."

        "There's no such thing."  Brian kissed him.  "Come on, one more to go."

        "Take my place?"

        "I'd love to, but that's not why we're here."  Brian backed up and stood, made him sit up again.  "You want to stay?"

        He hooked his fingers through Brian's belt loops.  "Nick's next."

        "Yeah."

        He stood, hugged Brian.  Even the feel of Brian's erection was comforting, somehow.  "Thank you."

        "Still worried about the purity of my motives?"

        "A little."

        "Mad at me?"

        "No."

        "Not a little?"

        "Not at all."  He kissed Brian.  "Can I ask you something?"

        "Sure."

        "What was your favorite part so far?"

        "Oh, don't ask me that."

        "Tell me.  It's just between us."

        "Just between us, and Nick, and Jeff, and Nick."

        "They're not listening," he said, trying to keep a straight face.

        "Right.  My favorite part?  I don't know.  I liked how comfortable you became with each other, how your friendship came out.  I liked the sound you made when Jeff first licked your cock - - I've never heard you do that."  Brian licked his lips and confessed, "I liked seeing Jeff naked.  And I liked the first kiss."

        "He's really good.  He's..."

        "I'm sure that Nick will make you tell the whole story later tonight."

        "Brian?"

        "What?" Brian asked, curious.

        "Did you just give me a blow job in front of Jeff and my brother?"

        Brian smiled, cheeks turning red.  "Yes."

        He closed his eyes and ducked his head.  "God.  I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry.  I wasn't even...thinking."

        "It's okay.  You were shaky and you needed me."

        "You must feel like..."

        "I feel fine.  I'm not used to an audience.  But like you said, they're not listening."

        "They are so!"

        "You told me they weren't.  You lied to me?  Drew Lachey doesn't lie."

        "Drew Carter Littrell Lachey."

        "I wish."  Brian touched his face.  "I do."

        "Someday," he promised.

        "Someday," Brian agreed, and kissed him.  "Are you ready?"

        "You don't hate me for making you do that in front of everybody?"

        "I'm pretending that no one noticed."

        "I wasn't too loud, was I?"

        "Extra-quiet."

        "You're lying."

        "You lied first."  Brian kissed him.

        "Go sit down with Nick.  I'll do my best to make him tingle."

        "You won't have to try very hard."  Brian kissed him.  "You just have fun."

        "Thank you."  He watched Brian go towards the corner.  Brian sat down, on the floor, in front of Nick, whose eyes were very wide and unblinking.  Nick was wearing the hated glasses, probably not wanting to miss anything.  Drew smiled and turned to Jeff and Nick.  Suddenly he was very aware, again, of how naked he was.  He sat on the bed and scooted back, making room.  "Come sit and talk to me."  He pulled a pillow over his lap.

        His brother sat nervously and away from him at the foot of the bed, then just gave in and got comfortable, like they were hanging out together in any hotel room on the tour.  "Talk about what?"

        "Can I ask you about Jeff?"

        "I am the expert," Nick said with a smile.

        "How do you deal with being with him on a regular basis?  I can understand pulling him out for holidays and special events, but...every day?"

        "I wish it were every day," Nick said.  "You know it's hard when we're on tour."

        "You actually...  That's none of my business."

        "You know we do."

        "I just can't imagine it."

        "Jeff's really...  At least there's only one of him.  I don't know how you can deal with two of them."

        "It's a lot," Drew admitted.  "It can be overwhelming.  Does Jeff always kiss like that?"

        "Pretty much, yeah."  Nick smiled slowly.  "You like it?"

        "I don't know how you stand it."

        "Does Brian always kiss you like he did?"

        "Usually."

        "I think I'd be jealous of you.  But I have Jeff."

        "I'd be jealous of you for having Jeff, if I didn't have Nick and Brian.  I have no reason to be jealous of anybody."

        "So you liked it?  Being with him?"

        "It was amazing.  I had no idea.  I have much more respect for you now."

        "You didn't respect me before?" Nick teased.

        "I didn't mean that," Drew said.  "Do you remember when Chris said we should have a naked concert?"

        "Yes."

        "I think he's right."

        "If you and Jeff are going to be there, Justin and I can stay home."

        "I think you and Jeff should go.  I'll stay home."

        "I'm not showing up naked."

        "So just Jeff?"

        "We won't need anybody else."

        "You look good naked.  And dressed."

        "Thanks.  You too."

        "Are you going to kiss me?"

        "I can if you want."

        "I'm here naked on a bed, you might as well.  As long as you're here."

        Nick smiled.  "Okay."  Nick scooted forward on the bed to get closer to him.  It occurred to Drew that he was about to be kissed by his fourth blue-eyed man today.  He really should look into that.  He looked at Nick, his brother, the face he'd grown up with, someone he'd seen happy and angry and frustrated and overjoyed and confused and satisfied and sad.  He'd been Nick's best man at the wedding.  And here he was, with the memory of Jeff's cock in his mouth, about to be kissed by his own brother.

        Tentative, at first.  Figuring out how their lips fit together.  Although when Drew looked at Nick, he just saw Nick, nothing really stuck out at him - - except maybe the ears, what had they been thinking with that "True to Your Heart" video? - - he knew that a lot of their female fans liked Nick's mouth.  Brian and Nick liked Nick's mouth, too, apparently.  Suddenly, certainly, he was coming to appreciate that interest.  Nick had wonderful lips.  Soft, wide, with lovely curves.  A lot like his own, only more.  He parted Nick's lips with his tongue so that he could suck on that pouty bottom lip.  Nick tasted familiar, somehow.  It was almost like deja vu.

        They took their time, proceeded slowly.  Drew wanted to dwell on each response, each exploration.  Finally he licked his way into Nick's mouth, over Nick's teeth.  Nick's tongue slid against his, and they made love there for a while, then moved the romance to his mouth.

        He raised his hand, memorized Nick's jaw against his fingers, got the wide curve of it in his palm.  They had a lot of similarities of appearance, he was noticing.  The mouth, the jaw, the ears.  He wasn't sure which of them had gotten the worse nose.

        "You're smiling," Nick accused.

        "I'm about to start laughing," he admitted.  He actually felt his eyes sparkle.

        Nick's fingers on his chin, his cheek, felt good.  How long had he wanted his brother's touch?  "How long have I known you?"

        "Almost twenty-five years."

        "I've never told you how beautiful you are."

        "I would've remembered.  But I never told you, either."

        Nick kissed him again.  He allowed Nick entrance to his mouth, slid his hand to the back of Nick's neck.  At one point, when they parted for air, he said, "I'm feeling a little naked here.  Could you take off some of those clothes?"

        Nick looked nervous.  "Sure."

        "You don't have to."

        "No, it's okay.  You're right, it's only fair.  You're awfully naked."  Nick's fingers reached out and stroked around his collarbone.  "I didn't know you felt like satin."

        "And here they said it was silk."

        "I'm not big on fabric knowledge," Nick admitted.  "I could be wrong."

        "As long as I don't feel like gravel, it's okay."

        "Gravel's not a fabric."

        "Would you just take off your shirt, please?"

        "Have some patience."  Nick stopped stroking his skin.  He watched Nick's shirt go over Nick's head and onto the floor.  He'd seen Nick half-naked before, of course.  It was common knowledge that Nick had a great body.  Developed and defined, enough to make anyone drool but not as heavy and broad as Jeff.  Nick had the best body in 98 Degrees.  And, arguably, the best face.  And, without a doubt, the best ego.  But that was okay, because they all loved Nick.

        He touched Nick's soft skin, hard muscle.  Nick leaned in again and kissed his neck.  He pulled Nick closer, and Nick lowered him to his back, and then Nick was above him kissing his neck and he was wondering why these people kept putting him on the bottom.  He stroked Nick's upper body to learn what those familiar inches felt like under his hands.  He wondered how many people alive on the planet just then had made happy little noises when their brothers had licked their nipples.  Not a lot, he was guessing.  God, this was disturbing.

        They stayed there for a while, kissing, caressing.  He memorized the planes of Nick's torso, how the broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, how Nick's muscles flexed under his fingers, how Nick's breathing stuttered when he sucked on a nipple.  Finally he couldn't take the anticipation anymore and he just went ahead and slid his hand down over Nick's denim-clad rear.

        "We're moving on?" Nick asked.

        "If you want to."

        "Can I move the pillow?"

        "I think you've already seen everything, so yeah, okay."  He'd flashed all he had to show plenty tonight; why not expose it again?  Nick reached between their bodies and pulled the pillow aside, away from him.  So now the entire room could see how hard he was.  Which was totally embarrassing.  Of course, everyone else in the room had already made him hard today.  At least no one could question his virility.

        "I'll take off my jeans if you let go of me."

        He lifted his hands in a gesture of mock surrender.  Nick kissed him and moved back, kneeling up on the bed.  Unbutton, unzip, wriggle, toss them over the side of the bed.  And now they both were naked.

        Nick's fingers were shocking and gentle as they stroked up his inner thigh.  Nick kissed him and whispered against his lips, "Mine's longer."

        He pinched Nick's side.  "Mine's thicker."

        Nick laughed into his mouth.  "Jeff wins."

        He laughed, too.  He was learning new kisses, new touches, a fourth way to make love.  Nick's kisses were hungry; Nick fed on his mouth, not to devour him but to make him a part of Nick.  Nick's hands were creative, shaping him, molding him, mapping him, making him new.  He let Nick make the first move toward his cock.  Once his body had stopped shaking with the experience of the forbidden come alive, he let himself touch Nick's erection.  It occurred to him that, in one evening, he was doubling the number of sexual partners he'd ever had.  That was somewhat alarming, truth be told.

        "Do you want me to suck you?" Nick asked.

        He looked up at Nick.  He knew that his eyes had gone all round, but he couldn't help it.  "Would you?" he asked.

        "If I'm allowed.   Unless you've had enough of that today."

        "No, go ahead, it's okay."

        Nick kissed him and moved down on the bed.

        Drew spread his thighs to make room for Nick and stared at the ceiling.  He was not going to look.  He was not going to look.  He was - - oh holy...  He closed his eyes, tried to calm his racing heart.  Okay, so these four men kissed differently, touched differently, and they sure sucked cock differently.  He was not going to look.  If he got the sight of his brother sucking his cock implanted in his brain, he'd never get rid of it, and he'd go straight to hell.

        If Nick spent any more time licking his balls and didn't move on to his cock, he'd commit fratricide.  What a time to take a detour.

        Although if Nick usually acted like this, it explained Jeff's stamina.

        Oh, there, that was nice.  That was very nice.  This was more like it.  Mm, ooh, yes, right there.

        No, not there!  Stupid stupid Nick!  Aargh!

        Oh sweet holy heaven on earth that felt good.  Oh, yes...  His mind spun off toward outer space while his body hummed and his cock throbbed in lovely wet heat.  Soft and sweet, so nice...

        He realized that he was saying something.  His brother's name.  Also his lover's name, really, which was disturbing on some level.  But he didn't have the brain capacity to be disturbed anymore.

        He had to look.  He just had to look.

        He looked.

        And came.

        Nick coughed.  "Warn me."

        "When, next time?" he asked.  Those pouty lips wrapped around his cock, now that was an image etched deeply into his brain for all time.

        Nick was over him, above him, now.  They kissed.  He really liked kissing Nick.  He was never leaving this room.  They'd just order room service and make love together forever, the five of them.  It would be perfect.

        He thought of something, though, and ended the kiss.  Tracing his fingers over the tattoo around Nick's right upper arm, he said, "You want me to?"

        "I think I'll let you do anything you want," Nick said.  "I want you so much."  Nick's kiss brought their intensity to a new level.  His hand reached down to Nick's cock, milking it.  He rolled them over, swung himself on top of Nick, and slithered down Nick's body.  He just wanted to taste Nick's cock, to hold it in his mouth.  Nick was right, it was longer than his, but he was right, too; his was thicker.  The differences weren't all that noticeable, really.  But they had the natural guy tendency to compare.  He could compare other things, too.  Nick had less pre-cum than Jeff, and tasted saltier than Brian, and flushed a slightly deeper purple than Nick.  He sucked at the head, running his tongue around and over the flare.  He stroked Nick's thighs, reached up onto Nick's abdomen, felt Nick shuddering, heard Nick moaning his name.  He closed his eyes, relaxed his throat, breathed carefully, and there, there, there it went, nice and smooth, right down his throat.  He moved up and down, sucking, encouraging Nick's hips to move, feeling Nick spasm in his mouth.  Then there was a hot flood down his throat and Nick said his name and something inside of him turned over and exploded.

        He let go of Nick's cock, licked a little more, and moved back up, laying down on Nick.  Nick's hand rested on his back.  They slept.  Hey, he'd just come with three different people, he was allowed to be a little tired.  Then he awakened, and ran his fingers over Nick's ribcage, and Nick stroked his back, and they kissed.  For a long time.  Just kissed.  Nick had an amazing mouth.  No wonder Nick's tongue was always licking those lips.  It was a form of masturbation.

        "Maybe we should stop," Nick said.

        Nick was right.  Probably.  They were hard again, and there seemed to be a tacit one-orgasm rule.  So he climbed off of Nick, off of the bed.  They sorted out their clothes and dressed.  Then Nick kissed him and they ended up back on the bed again, Nick's hand creeping up under his shirt then in between his thighs, his hand all over Nick's rear.  Apparently triggering the "wanna fuck your little brother?" switch in Nick's head made Nick quite enthusiastic.  He wasn't any better.  But finally when they parted for air Nick rolled off of him and pulled him to stand.  He hugged Nick, and he said, meaning it about a dozen different ways, "I love you."

        Nick pulled back and tipped up his chin and looked right into his eyes and he was the center of the world, and Nick said, "I love you, Drew," and kissed him.  And then Nick's hand dropped and Nick stepped away from him.

        [Is Nick Carter a natural blonde?  Could the Backstreet Boys take *NSYNC in a physical fight?  Why didn't Brian answer Nick's question about his youthful participation in gay threesomes, and why did he seem to know (without being told) whose butt Nick wanted to grab?  Tune in to "No One" Part Six.]