Copyright August 17-29, 2000  by Matthew Haldeman-Time

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 slashfic follows "I Need You Tonight" and "Boy Lead the Way to Ecstasy"; this one will make more sense if you've begun with those stories.

        Nick stirred.

        Drew hiked himself up to rest on one elbow alongside Nick.  "Are you awake?"

        Nick made a negative sound.

        "Good."  He rested his temple on Nick's shoulder, caressing Nick's stomach, closing his eyes.

        "Good?" Nick asked above his head.

        "I want to pet you," he explained.

        "Okay."  Silence.  "You can pet me lower if you want."

        "You're asleep."  He opened his eyes.

        "Not all of me."

        Well, that was true.  He ran his hand down over the front of Nick's boxers, and Nick rose against his hand, hips lifting from the bed slightly to arch toward him, cock lifting as well.  Nick moaned.  He did it again, and again, harder, listening to Nick's moans.  Finally he took pity and reached inside Nick's boxers, closing his fist around Nick's cock.  Nick groaned in relief and thrust into his grip.  He slicked his palm with Nick's pre-cum to give Nick an easier ride, and Nick came in his hand.  While Nick panted and came down, he wiped his hand on the leg of his own boxers, not wanting to mess up Nick's clothes further or the sheets.

        "Drew."

        "What?"

        He found himself on his back, looking up into Nick's blue eyes.  "Let me suck you."

        "Okay," seemed like a good answer, so he said it.  Nick kissed him, shoving down his boxers, spreading his thighs.

        When Drew was naked and gasping, and Nick's blonde head was between Drew's thighs, and Nick's tongue was lapping up pre-cum, there was a very distinct, "Oh, Nick."  It was heard through the wall in room 318.  The resident of that room buried his face in his pillow and dug his fingernails into his palms to keep from reaching to his aching cock.

        After showering and dressing and indulging in a lazy kiss that lasted much longer than had been intended, Drew and Nick emerged from Drew's room and went down to breakfast.  They found Brian down in the dining room.  Nick badgered Brian into joining them, and the three ate together, sat around talking, and went to the weight room.  After working out, they trooped up to Nick's room.  Sneakers and socks formed a pile by the door, and three sweaty bodies draped themselves over Drew's floor.  They all were in shorts, too long to be revealing, and T-shirts.

        "You think Justin and JC are going to stay together?" Brian asked.

        "You mean, will they get divorced?" Nick asked.

        "Yes to your question, no to yours," Drew said.

        "So you think they're a forever kind of couple," Nick said.

        "Of course.  Don't you?" Drew asked, sitting up, resting his back against the foot of the bed.

        "Yes, but I'm a romantic," Brian said.

        "I want them to stay together," Nick said.  "What about your brother and Jeff?"

        "I hope they're still together in fifty years," Drew said.  "I know that they want to be."

        "You think they'll have a commitment ceremony?  Sometime?" Brian asked.

        "I hope so," Drew said.

        "You ever think about it?" Nick asked.

        "About...getting married?" Drew asked.  "Yes."

        "What about you?" Nick asked Brian.

        "Yeah," Brian said.

        Nick rolled onto his back and settled stretched out directly before Drew, his head and shoulders in Drew's lap.  "I thought about it.  About a commitment ceremony, marriage, actually agreeing to spend the rest of my life with someone.  The rest of my life, that could be a really long time."

        "Do you think you could do it?" Drew asked.  His fingers slid back through Nick's hair.

        "Don't do that, I'm gross and sweaty," Nick said.  "I'm officially the sweatiest Backstreet Boy.  When I'm onstage I sweat like a pig."

        "You didn't answer my question," Drew said, still running the blonde strands between his fingers.

        "Yeah, I could," Nick said.  "I could do that, commit myself to somebody."

        "May I ask-"

        "Just ask," Nick said patiently, smiling.

        "How did you two actually become lovers?"  Drew's eyes skipped over to Brian, who now was sitting down by Nick's feet.

        "You didn't tell him?" Brian asked Nick.

        "You're not supposed to discuss the ex, man, that's not cool," Nick said.

        "You don't have to tell me," Drew said, still petting Nick.

        "Go ahead," Nick said.

        "If I get to tell the story, you can't run in and correct me," Brian said.

        "I'll be so so quiet," Nick promised.

        "Okay."  Brian looked at Drew.  "The whole thing was his fault."  Nick kicked him.  "Entirely.  He started it.  We were best friends, brothers, I'd known him since he was just a little boy."  Nick kicked him.  "I had nothing but the purest intentions.  Then he started coming on to me.  I didn't even get it at first.  Until he comes to me, all pretty blonde hair and soft blue eyes, so sweet and trusting.  He makes the sweetest, guiltiest confession ever, tells me how upset he is, how he has feelings for a guy, asks me if I think he's gay."  Brian put his hand on Nick's shin to keep Nick from kicking him.  "I told him that he can't base his entire self-perception on one crush.  I told him not to worry, not to be upset, that it would be okay.  I said that if he were gay, that it'd be okay.  And we hugged, and I wiped up his little tears, and everything was okay."

        Nick rolled his eyes.  He shifted, bending his right knee and dropping it to one side, opening his legs slightly, an invitation that he hoped that Brian wouldn't quite catch.

        Brian continued.  "Nick's very determined sometimes, and he's not very subtle.  He started to come on to me.  We were already sort of in each other's personal space a lot, but he started to touch me more.  He looked at me all of the time.  When he started patting my butt I knew I had to do something.  I went to him, I sat him down privately, and I told him that I was flattered, but that he was my best friend and nothing more.  And he looked at me, just looked at me, and said, 'But I'm in love with you.'"

        Nick closed his eyes in disgust.  Drew's fingers caressed down onto Nick's neck.

        "I didn't know what to do.  He kissed me.  I mean, really kissed me.  He'd been with girls, he knew what he was doing.  He had his hands under my shirt before I even knew what was happening.  Be quiet, you wanted me to tell the story."  Brian's hand was up higher now, fingers trailing just slightly over the sensitive skin behind Nick's knee.  "I made him stop, and I told him that we couldn't.  He asked me why not, and he asked me why I didn't want him.  The thing was, I did want him.  I knew he was too young for me.  Five years makes no difference when you're ninety and ninety-five, but when you're young, it's huge.  But I wanted him.  I loved him.  He was my Nick.  So I tried to explain to him that sometimes we want things we can't have, and sometimes our hormones tell us to do something that we know we shouldn't do, and all he said was, 'I've seen you naked.'  Which really didn't help.  It was the way he said it.  You know what I mean."

        Drew nodded, suddenly breathless, fingers stroking over Nick's collarbone.  Nick sighed softly, eyes still closed, and Brian's fingers inched higher incrementally.

        "My best friend was saying he was in love with me, and obviously he wanted me, and I was in love with him, and I wanted him.  But I knew that we shouldn't do anything.  It felt like taking advantage of him.  Even though he was dead set on taking advantage of me.  He wanted me.  You know what it's like to have all of Nick's sexual energy focused on you.  When he wants, he wants.  And he wanted me."

        Nick's eyes opened.  "I still do."  His thighs parted.

        Brian's hand froze.

        Drew's thumb whispered over Nick's nipple.  Nick gasped, shocked at the touch, shocked at his sweet Drew's action.  Drew's other hand reached down and pulled up Nick's shirt; then both hands were tugging and Nick lifted and the shirt was tossed aside, Nick bared to the waist, cock tenting shorts.  Drew's right hand returned to Nick's nipple, the left stroking in Nick's hair again.  Drew was watching Nick; Nick was watching Brian.  He reached down and put his hand over Brian's, easing Brian's hand higher, inside the leg of his shorts, up far on his thigh, before letting go.  Brian's fingers inched and crept and then Nick groaned, back arching.  "Brian, please."

        "Are you sure?" Brian asked.

        "Yes," Nick said.

        Brian looked to Drew for permission.  Drew nodded.

        Brian carefully drew off Nick's shorts and boxers, leaving Nick naked.

        "Suck me," Nick said.

        "Please," Drew said softly.

        "Please," Nick amended.

        Brian crouched between Nick's legs.  "Hard or soft?"

        "Hard," Nick said, breathing quickly.  Drew was puzzled, but apparently the two had their own sexual shorthand.  "Brian," Nick said.  Brian looked up.  "I want it.  I want you.  Just like it was."

        Brian frowned, then blinked.  Smiled.  Sucked his own finger.

        Nick sighed.

        Drew's eyes widened.

        Brian took the head of Nick's cock in his mouth.  Paused.  Slid on more, more, kept going, and Drew stared.  Nick groaned, eyes closing again.  Brian swallowed Nick's cock.  Then Nick groaned, "God, Brian," and Drew was sure that that finger was doing something that Nick liked.

        Nick's right hand was on the back of Brian's head.  His left hand was reaching up and back, gripping Drew's shoulder.  Nick's body was arched taut, and he was groaning, and his hips were moving, and Drew's fingers were on his nipple, and he found Drew's other hand and sucked Drew's thumb into his mouth.

        Drew didn't know where to look.

        Nick screamed, coming.

        Brian let go of Nick, backing off of him, sitting up again.

        Drew rested his hands on Nick's shoulders as Nick panted back to reality.

        "You can't do that to me and not kiss me," Nick said.  "You don't want me to feel like a whore, do you?"

        Brian looked to Drew, who nodded.  Brian smiled at Nick and crawled over him, leaning in and capturing his soft pink lips, opening his mouth with a practiced tongue.  Nick's hands were all over Brian, remembering this familiar, long-lost terrain.  It was erotic enough for Drew to watch Nick's hands in Brian's short light brown curls or on Brian's back, but then Nick's hands slid down and rubbed impatiently over Brian's bottom.  Nick's other hand disappeared under Brian, and Brian moaned suddenly, and Drew watched from above as Brian's legs spread.

        "Brian."

        Brian's forehead rested on Nick's.  Brian was shuddering.

        "Fuck me."

        "What about Drew?"

        "Maybe he'll let you fuck him, too."

        Brian moaned softly and kissed Nick.  There was a lot of writhing and groping and groaning, and Drew's hands were clutching at the carpet for self-control, and then Nick said, "Lube, my suitcase."  There was another long kissing groping session, and then Brian was crawling and reaching over to Nick's suitcase.  Drew looked down at Nick, the long pale masculine body stretching out before him, Nick's cock flushed and erect.  Nick reached up and touched Drew's face.

        "We really should go to the bed," Nick said.  "But I'm afraid that if I get up you'll run out of here."

        "You want me to stay?" Drew asked.  He had to ask.  He didn't want to be answered.

        "Yes," Nick said, "you have to stay."  Nick sat up and twisted around and kissed Drew, deep and wet until he was whimpering, actually whimpering.  "Think of it as sex ed."  Nick stood, pulling Drew along, sitting on the unmade bed.  "Come on, sit here," Nick said, patting the top of the bed, pushing aside pillows.  Drew sat.  Nick arranged Drew's legs stretched out straight and then spread; Nick placed a pillow over Drew's groin and laid down, pillowed, sighing and getting comfortable.  Brian laid on top of Nick; Nick kissed Brian, one arm wrapping around Brian, free hand taking the lubricant from Brian's hand and handing it blindly to Drew for safekeeping.

        "I missed you," Brian told Nick.

        "I know," Nick said.  "Take this off."

        Brian's shirt was on the floor a second later, Brian returning to the circle of Nick's arms.  Drew watched Brian's back, looked over Brian's strong shoulders and muscular, rounded upper arms, saw Nick's hands running over Brian's naked upper body.  Nick's right hand slid down Brian's spine and pushed under the waistband of Brian's shorts.  Drew's nipples were tight and his mouth was watering and his cock, his cock was denting the pillow and drooling in his shorts.

        Nick pushed down Brian's shorts, baring that tight, round ass.  Brian's butt muscles flexed and Drew forgot to inhale.  Brian kicked the shorts off the rest of the way, distracted, kissing Nick.  Nick's hand reached back, patted around, found Drew's hand, took the lubricant from Drew's tight clutch, pressed it into Brian's hand.

        Brian, one-handed, without looking, without even breaking rhythm, opened the tube.  Which told Drew something about Brian's familiarity and comfort with these steps.

        Brian eased up and back a little.  Nick's legs spread, knees high and wide, pelvis tilted.  Nick's right hand groped for Drew's; their fingers laced.  Brian sat up a little more and Drew got a perfect, perfect view of Brian's perfect, perfect body.  His fingers tightened unconsciously on Nick's as he stared - - pale but not as pale as Nick, firm round muscles, tight pink-brown nipples, and there, proud and erect with a deliciously flared head, rising from the nest of coarse curls darker than the curls on Brian's head...

        Brian leaned forward, finishing getting his fingers slick, and Drew's view was obscured.  But the fun was just beginning, and now it was time for Nick's fingers to tighten on Drew's.  "Oh god," Nick moaned, offering himself.

        "Tell me," Brian said.

        And Drew learned exactly how Nick had perfected that unique talent for speaking porn.  Lying there, twisting on the mattress, screwing himself on Brian's fingers, Nick described in great, filthy detail exactly what he was feeling, what he wanted to feel, and how to accomplish it.  He told Brian what he wanted and how Brian should do it.  All through the first finger, then through the additions of the second and third fingers, Nick gasped and cursed and talked so dirty that Drew blushed - - and considering what he was taking part in, it was amazing that he'd blush at simple words.  But the words, strung together like that, in Nick's lust-drenched boy-sex voice, made Drew's cock throb.

        Drew wasn't sure whether it were a natural talent or whether Brian had gotten Nick to do it.  He suspected that Nick just liked it and Brian had stumbled across Nick's...quirk...and liked it, too.  Liked it a lot, from the way Brian was watching Nick and hanging on Nick's every word.

        Brian's fingers pushed in deep and twisted.  Nick screamed.  Brian pulled his fingers out and then, and then, sat back and got a little squirt of lube, and Drew watched Brian's fingers slide and caress over Brian's cock.  Nick moaned softly and, as though choreographed - - or just really used to doing this - - Brian came forward as Nick's legs rose, and Nick's legs settled over Brian's shoulders while Brian moved into position.  Nick breathed too evenly and looked into Brian's eyes.

        "Drew, if you come, I'll kill you," Nick said.

        Brian's hips came forward and Nick's face twisted in pleasure and Brian gasped.

        Drew tried to watch everything at once.  From his position, he couldn't see much besides the top of Brian's head.  But he got the rhythm of the fuck, the flex of Brian's muscles, the twist of Brian's hand on Nick's cock.  He heard Nick's panting and Brian's stifled groans.  Brian's groans became less stifled as Nick's panting turned to moaning.

        Nick came, calling Brian's name, spurting between their bodies.  Brian thrust harder and Nick screamed and Brian froze and then Drew knew, just knew, that Brian was coming deep inside Nick's body.  Brian shuddered and sank onto Nick.

        "Love you."

        "Love you."

        Nick's fingers feathered through Brian's hair.  "I needed that."

        "I needed that," Brian said.

        "Where's your shirt?"

        "We can use your shirt."

        "Thanks a lot."

        Brian kissed Nick and moved away, left the bed, which gave Drew a good look, bypassed the shirts for a washcloth nabbed from the bathroom, came back, wiped off Nick, and wiped off himself.

        Nick stretched slightly and looked up at Drew.  "Hi."

        Drew swallowed and gave a weak smile.

        "Your turn," Nick said.

        Drew panicked.

        Nick pushed himself up and turned, then gripped Drew's ankles and pulled until Drew slid down on the bed a little.  "Brian?"

        "Are you sure?" Brian asked.

        "Nothing you don't want," Nick told Drew.  "I'm sure," he told Brian.  "He'll keep you safe," he promised Drew.

        Brian came around and sat where Drew had been.  Drew still was sitting up; Brian's strong secure arms came around him, pulled him to sit reclined against Brian's warm sweat-damp chest, his head on Brian's shoulder.  Brian's thighs were spread, knees up, and his own legs rested just inside of that vee.  Nick tugged him down a little more and knelt, kissing him.  Then Nick sat back and carefully drew the pillow away from his groin.

        "I'm going to take off your clothes," Nick said.  Nick started with his T-shirt, Brian helping.  Then he was half-naked in Brian's arms, back to chest, and when he shifted slightly he felt the drag of a hard nipple against his skin.  Nick kissed him thoroughly and said, "Pick up a little," and then Nick was peeling off his shorts and boxers.  "Do you trust me?"

        "Yes."

        "I want you to turn around and face Brian, on your knees."

        He counted to ten, then turned, and faced Brian.  Brian smiled at him.  "You'll like it," Brian promised.  "Nick knows what he's doing."  He swallowed.  Brian's blue-eyed gaze dropped to his mouth.

        "Brian.  Look down," Nick said.

        "May I?" Brian asked.

        He nodded before he realized what they were talking about.  Brian looked down and stared, gently pushed him back a little to get a better view.

        Nick stroked his back.  "Can you hold him for me?"

        Brian snapped back to attention, gave Drew a blushing glance, and then held Drew close, urging Drew's head to his shoulder, hands warm on Drew's naked back.  Nick's hands were urging his shoulders forward, his hips back, his thighs apart.

        He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting.  A finger, maybe.  Not...that.

        A tongue.

        Nick's broad, wet, hot tongue, living muscle, licking him.  There.  Right there.  He shuddered in Brian's arms.  "Sshhh," Brian said.  His cock brushed up against Brian's stomach and they both moaned at the sudden, burning contact.  He couldn't help it, he couldn't, it felt so good, he was so hard, he pushed against Brian on purpose.  Brian moaned and moved against him, and they rocked together, and Nick's tongue, it was, he was...

        Nick was fucking him.

        Nick's tongue wasn't just lapping around against his skin, Nick was tongue-fucking him, that hot wet muscle thrusting inside of his body.  Nick had tongue-fucked his mouth before, but he'd never imagined this.  While Nick fucked him, he rubbed his erection against Brian, who was moaning softly and holding him close.

        He came.

        The torture continued.

        He closed his eyes, breathing shakily against Brian's shoulder, held warm and safe, fucked and violated, seeing too clearly what was happening but not knowing what it meant, losing his sense of time and even of reality.

        At some point Nick stopped licking him and rose up behind him, a presence at his back, Nick's fingers sliding forward over his neck.  "Are you okay?"

        He nodded against Brian's shoulder.

        "Do you want more?"

        He nodded.

        "You have to tell me.  I don't want to force you."

        Then hands, Nick's hands, closed over his ears.  He heard whispering, they were whispering faintly over his head.  Brian's hands slid over his back protectively.

        Nick's hands dropped.  "Drew.  Are you okay?"

        He'd already answered.  "Yes."

        "Then why are you crying?"

        He wasn't.  He wasn't crying.

        "He's talking but he's lying, he's rock-hard but he's crying, what am I supposed to do?" Nick asked.

        "Maybe it's too much," Brian said.

        "You think he can come just from being fucked?" Nick asked.  "Don't give me that look, I'm just wondering."

        "Maybe I should go," Brian said.

        "He doesn't want you to go," Nick said.

        "You don't know that," Brian argued.

        "I do know.  I'm not the only person in love with you."

        "Nick-"

        "If you upset him I'll smack you."

        "I won't and you won't."

        "He's already upset."  Nick kissed Drew's nape.  "Drew, baby, do you want me to do what I was doing?  Do you want me to kiss you down there?"

        "He's not twelve, Nick, you don't have to say it like that."

        "Gross, Brian, I'm not a pedophile.  It just sounds dirtier if you make it innocent.  Drew?"

        Drew wrapped his arms around Brian and burrowed in tightly, pushing back his hips and spreading his thighs.

        Two soft moans.

        "You want to?" Nick asked.

        "I can't," Brian said.

        "Why not?" Nick asked.

        "Nick.  He's your boyfriend."

        "You're allowed.  I'll let you, he'll let you," Nick said reasonably.

        "No."

        "You could kiss him, at least.  You've got him naked in your arms."

        "Nick-"

        "Drew?"  He felt Nick's hand caressing his ass.  "Drew, instead of my tongue, can I use my fingers?"

        "Nick," Brian said.  "Don't."

        "You're scaring him," Nick said.

        "You're scaring him," Brian accused, arms tightening around Drew.  "Sshhh."  Drew relaxed against Brian.

        "Drew?" Nick asked.

        "Okay," Drew whispered.

        "Are you sure?" Brian asked.

        "Yes," Drew whispered.

        "I'll go slow," Nick said.  "If you want me to stop, tell me."

        "Nick's done this before," Brian told Drew softly.  "He'll use the lube, he has long fingers, he'll make you feel good." Drew felt a kiss in his hair.

        Oh.  Slippery.  He could feel himself tensing.  "Sshhh."  Brian pet his hair.  "It's okay."  Nick's finger popped inside his body, rubbed the muscle, stroked and massaged, then pushed deeper, deeper.  Nick fucked him slowly, gently, with one finger, in and out, back and forth, twisting and pushing.

        "Where the fuck is it?" Nick asked.

        "Something's working," Brian said.  "He likes it."

        "Do you like it?" Nick asked, kissing Drew's spine.

        "Do you like it?" Brian repeated.

        Drew gasped.

        "Found it," Nick said cheerfully.  "Drew, you feel that?"

        "He feels it," Brian said.

        "Jerk him off for me," Nick said.

        "No," Brian said, quick and firm.

        "Please?" Nick asked.

        "No," Brian said, half steel, half panicked no-way-not-ever-don't-make-me.

        "You know he wants you."

        "He's not mine."

        "If he can give me to you, why can't I give him to you?" Nick asked.

        "It's not the same."

        "Because I'm a slut and he's a virgin?"

        "You're not a slut," Brian objected.

        Drew shuddered as Nick's second finger joined the first.  His hips moved.  Again.  Again.

        "Feel good?" Nick asked Drew.  "Does that feel good?  Do you like that?"

        "Oh my god," Brian moaned.  "Nick, stop it."

        "Why?"  Nick showed no signs of stopping.

        "He's...oh...god..."

        "He's trying to get off on you, isn't he?"

        "I can't...  You..."

        "Come on him for me," Nick urged Brian.

        "No, Nick...oh..."  Brian gasped.

        "I want to lick your cum off his cock."

        Drew shuddered.  Brian moaned.  Nick's fingers plunged deeper.

        "Stop it," Brian begged

        "Do you mean it?" Nick asked with a smile.

        "No."  Brian groaned and arched.

        "You want him to fuck you?" Nick asked.

        "No," Brian said.

        "Do you mean it?"

        "No."

        "You want Drew to fuck you?" Nick asked again.

        "Yes," Brian said.  "Yes.  Yes."  Brian came.

        Nick pulled Drew's hips back so that Drew's erection no longer reached Brian.  "I want to see if he can come from being fucked if nobody touches his cock."

        "That's mean," Brian said.

        "You're the one who came on him without getting him off and you call me mean?"  Nick's fingers thrust and rubbed and twisted in Drew's body.  "Come on, baby, let me make you feel good."

        Drew's gaze snagged on the hot white cream that had spurted on Brian's chest.

        "Come on, baby."

        His fingers drifted over Brian's stomach.  Brian held very still, no longer breathing.  Drew touched Brian's spent semen.

        "Come on, baby."

        "Nick," Brian whispered.  It was a plea for help.

        Drew closed his eyes.

        "So good," Nick murmured.

        Drew brought his forefinger to his mouth.  Parted his lips.  His tongue came out briefly to taste his finger.

        "Oh my god," Brian breathed.

        Drew opened his eyes and slid down a bit.

        "Tell me he's not going to do that," Nick said in utter disbelief.  Even Nick's fantasies come true were being pushed too far now.

        Drew's tongue circled Brian's nipple.  He stayed there for a moment, rubbing his tongue over the nub.  Then he slid down a bit farther and licked up a trail of semen.

        Drew came.

        Down a bit farther, still tasting.

        Nick pulled his fingers free.  "He's not going to...  He wouldn't."

        Down a bit farther.

        "Drew?" Nick asked.

        Down into the nest of light brown curls.  Down onto the heavy spent cock.  Back against the loose, low balls.

        "I'm going to go get Joey's camcorder," Nick said.

        Drew made a warm, contented noise.

        "I can't get it up again," Brian said.

        "You have to," Nick said.  "What do you mean, you can't?  You can make it three times."

        Brian moaned and spread his thighs.  "Nick, how can you let him do this to you?"

        "Feels good, doesn't it?" Nick asked.

        "It's fantastic," Brian said through a hitched breath.

        Nick's hands slid along Drew's back and sides, caressing Drew's ribcage.  "He came when I had my fingers in him.  That means he can come if you don't touch his cock.  Get him turned on enough he'll come no matter what."

        Drew's lips closed around the head of Brian's cock.

        "Drew, you want to suck me next?" Nick asked.

        Drew's tongue danced over Brian's cock as he sucked at the slit.

        "That was a yes," Brian groaned.

        "I want to fuck you," Nick said softly, intensely, sliding his hands down to Drew's waist, feeling the satin skin and hard muscle.  "I want to fuck you."

        Drew sucked gently on Brian's cock, eyes closed, hands sliding up Brian's chest.  Brian's body undulated under Drew's touch, moving under Drew's hands, Brian's blue eyes closing.  Nick watched, kneeling astride Drew's left leg, hands massaging Drew's hips, seeing Drew's head in Brian's lap, Drew's hands on Brian's body, Brian defenseless on the verge of orgasm, the two of them naked and beautiful and masculine and lost to desire.

        Lost.

        Drew swallowed eagerly, raking his fingernails down Brian's chest from nipples to navel.  Carefully he released Brian's sensitive cock, licking his lips.

        Brian watched in fascination, eager anticipation, and a slight twinge of fear as Drew slowly crawled over him on all fours.  Drew stopped just above him, looking down into his eyes, lips bruised.

        And then Nick was there, right behind Drew, right on top of Drew, one hand on Drew's shoulder, one arm around Drew's waist for support, cock fitted right against Drew's ass.  Brian saw Nick over Drew's shoulder, Nick's lips parted, Nick's blue eyes dark with lust.  Drew looked down into Brian's eyes as Nick dry-humped him, Brian looking up at them in awe and lust and wonder and envy.  Drew's lashes fluttered as Brian watched, Drew's mouth opening.  Brian's lips parted in sympathy.  Nick was making a constant, moaning, grunting noise that Brian had heard before, recognized.  Drew's tongue ran over his lower lip; Brian echoed the gesture unconsciously.  Nick came, thrusting against Drew's body.  Drew shifted, coming forward just a bit, right hand planted just above Brian's naked shoulder, positioning himself directly above Brian.  Nick collapsed, sliding off of Drew to lie beside Brian in a daze.  Drew leaned in and brushed his lips over Brian's jaw, licked back toward Brian's ear.  Brian, heart pounding, closed his eyes, a sigh of want escaping parted lips.

        Drew left sweet whispering kisses over Brian's face and down Brian's neck.

        Nick's hand gently came below Drew's chin and urged Drew up higher, guided Drew to Brian's lips.

        Drew kissed Brian very softly, a feather-light touch.  Brian's breath caught.  Drew made a little hmming noise and then, very slowly, kissed Brian again, sliding his tongue into Brian's mouth, drawing on Brian's lower lip, taking loving possession of Brian's mouth.  He braced himself on his forearms on either side of Brian's head and settled in for a proper oral lovemaking.

        Brian, with his remaining brain cell, was calculating.  He'd come three times, and Nick had come three times; to make it fair they should get Drew off again.

        He'd kissed before, kissed plenty, and usually it was just, hey, fun kissing.  He loved Nick's kisses; they were like porn.  Usually he didn't analyze or compare; there was a series of females, and there was Nick, and Nick was the best, and that was it.  But now, Drew was kissing him so thoroughly that he couldn't help but wonder if something about guys just made kissing a hell of a lot more interesting.  Drew vs. Nick, well, Nick's kisses were wetter and faster; Drew was ruling his mouth.  Drew was a benevolent ruler, a generous lover, enjoying him thoroughly.  And he enjoyed being enjoyed, so the situation was working out well for the both of them.

        Just to check, regretting the distraction from the kiss but wanting to know, he opened his left eye and looked over toward Nick.

        Nick was lying on his stomach, hugging a pillow, watching them.  Just watching.  Looking satisfied.  Looking horny.  Looking like someone thoroughly enjoying the show.

        Brian closed his eyes and immersed himself in Drew once more.

        "You can suck him off," Nick said.  Drew ended the kiss.  "No, not you," Nick said.  "Roll over."  They rolled.   Now on top, Brian tried to control the kiss but ended up moaning and sucking on Drew's tongue.  He rubbed his hips against Drew's cock, wanting it, needing it, inside, he hadn't been fucked in too long, too long.  He wanted to be full, complete, owned, loved, taken.

        But he knew that Drew wasn't ready for that final step, either fucking or getting fucked.  And in the meantime, Brian's mouth was good for things besides singing.

        Until now, the only cock that ever had been in Brian's mouth had belonged to Nick.  Nick had a nice cock, Brian couldn't say enough good things about Nick's cock, but it wasn't as big as Drew's.  And when it came to putting it into his mouth, the difference was noticeable.  Brian started off just licking it all over, getting familiar with it, checking out the territory close up - - length, width, heat, hardness, silkiness, throb.  It tasted good, tasted like clean and salt and cum.  It got harder, longer, thicker against his tongue as Drew went from just-came, feeling-good to a full erection.  Drew's hips shifted and he felt Drew's fingers in his hair.

        "Do it soft," Nick said quietly.  "He can't take it hard."

        "Soft," Drew said dreamily.  "So soft..."

        Brian had no idea what was going through Drew's mind.  He suspected that Drew had been running on a different reality ever since, well, way back when he'd started telling about his first time with Nick.  He'd never gotten to finish that story, now that he thought about it.  They'd gotten...distracted.  At this rate he'd never finish the story.  At this rate, they'd never leave the bed.

        Drew's fingers stroked down Brian's neck.  "So pretty, Brian.  Suck me."

        Brian's gut clenched with want.  He sucked at the head of Drew's cock.

        "Mmm.  I want to make love to you."  Drew's hips lifted, and Drew's cock went down Brian's throat.  Brian's eyes rolled back in his head and his jaw practically unhinged.  Drew's hand pet Brian's head lazily, in perfect contrast to Drew's hips rocking and thrusting into Brian's mouth.  Brian stayed relaxed, breathing carefully, eyes closed, holding still and letting Drew fuck his mouth.  Drew gasped, sounding completely taken by surprise, and came.  Brian was proud of himself for not gagging.  He was good at cocksucking, but he wasn't used to doing it with anyone but Nick, and he hadn't been entirely prepared for Drew.  When his head cleared and his mouth was empty, he sat up, cracking his jaw.

        Drew was asleep.

        Nick sat up and settled beside Brian; they were sitting side-by-side at the foot of the bed, watching Drew sleep.  Nick whispered, "Should I laugh or panic?"

        "Panic," Brian whispered.

        "He's beautiful."

        Brian agreed.  Nick's arm slipped around his waist; they leaned into each other comfortably.  "Let's not ever wake him."

        "You're worried," Nick accused.

        "I don't know what we just did."

        "Nine orgasms, that's what we just did."

        "He's in love with you, he has very little experience at sex, and we just-"

        "Do not feel guilty.  He's an adult.  He had every chance to say no."

        "He was crying."

        "Emotional release of physical upheaval.  Or something."

        "Yeah, that almost sounded good."

        "Love you."

        Brian turned his head.  "I love you."

        Nick kissed him.  "I'll shower first.  Stay here.  Stay.  Stay."

        Since the alternative was to leave Drew alone, and Drew might awaken confused and hurt, Brian consented to remain while Nick showered.

        "Did you just smack my ass?" JC asked.

        "Maybe."

        "Is that appropriate behavior for a public hallway?"

        "Yes.  So's this."  Justin kissed JC.  "Seen Nick?"

        "Backstreet Boy Nick or 98 Degree Nick?"

        "Backstreet Boy Nick."

        "Nope."

        "Okay, have you seen Drew?"

        "Nope."

        "No Nick.  No Drew.  I bet they're off...doing something...together."

        "That's none of your business."

        "I bet they are anyway."

        "That's dirty of you.  I hope that when we're out of sight people don't assume that we're in bed."

        "We usually are."

        "We are not."

        "Are so."

        "But I don't want everyone thinking that."

        "I don't want everyone thinking we never have sex."

        "Make love."

        "Make love.  I stand corrected."

        "You sure do."

        "Where were you headed?"

        "When?"

        "Just now.  Walking down the hall looking fine."

        JC smiled.  "I look fine?"

        "So fine."

        "I was looking for you."

        "That's sweet. Why?"

        "Why do you think?"

        "That leer is inappropriate for a public hallway."

        "I'm not leering."

        "You're so leering."

        "I don't leer."

        "Your eyes are having sex with my nipples.  Stop it."

        "My eyes are what?"

        "You know what I mean."  Justin crossed his arms over his chest.

        JC smiled.  "I can't even see your nipples through that shirt."

        "So you were looking."

        "I always look."  JC put his hands on Justin's upper arms, leaning back against the wall, pulling Justin close.  "Justin."

        Justin put on his best stubborn face.

        JC's thumb rubbed over the frown lines on Justin's forehead.  "You are the cutest guy I've ever seen."

        "The face that sold a thousand records."

        "And what sold the rest of them?"

        "Your sweet ass."  Justin kissed JC, arms unfolding, hands closing on JC's hips, pressing JC back into the wall.  JC's mouth opened for his tongue.

        "Sucking face in the hallway."  AJ sighed dramatically and shook his head.  "Children."

        "Aren't you older than he is?" Justin asked JC, barely breaking the kiss.

        "Yes," JC said.

        "You do have a room," AJ said.

        "I'm happy here," Justin said.

        "Room," AJ said.  "Bedroom.  Room with bed.  Bed."

        Still in the kiss, JC reached into Justin's pocket for the room key.

        "You have the key and don't pretend that wasn't just an excuse to grope me," Justin said.

        JC smiled and found the key in his own pocket.  "Oops."

        Drew rolled over.  Nick stood.  Brian counted to ten for self-control.  Hazel eyes opened.  Drew sat up slowly.  "Nick?"

        Nick sat beside Drew on the bed.  "Hey."  Drew's eyes found Brian.  Suddenly Nick was the only one in the room still breathing.  "How do you feel?" Nick asked, running a hand down Drew's back.

        "Did I tell him?" Drew asked softly.

        "Tell him what?" Nick asked.

        Drew leaned closer to Nick for support.  "Did I tell him that I'm in love with him?" he whispered.

        "No."  Nick knew that he had to confess.  "I did.  I don't think that he believed me, but I told him."

        Since Drew had told Brian of Nick's love, had told without Nick's consent, he couldn't protest Nick telling Brian about his feelings.

        "It's okay," Nick said.  "You remember everything else?"

        "Yes."

        "You're okay?"

        "I should apologize," Drew said quickly.

        "No."

        "Nick-"

        "No."

        Drew was quiet.

        Brian stood.  "I'll go."

        "No," Nick said.  "Get your ass over here."

        "Nick-" Brian tried.

        "You love me, you love me.  I love you, I love you.  We just fucked like crazy and it was the best sex any of us has had.  You're in love with you and you're in love with you, and this pansy-assed avoidance is going to fuck up my love life.  You're men, stop acting like little girls," Nick ordered.

        "I am not acting like a little girl," Drew said.

        "Good," Nick said.  "Go take a shower and put on some clothes.  If we're in here any longer people are going to start asking questions."

        Drew took the sheet with him into the bathroom.

        Brian left.

        Nick decided to smack them both.

        When Drew came out of the bathroom clean and dressed, Nick still wasn't sure what he wanted to say.  Still, he wanted to say something, and he was irritated at the interruption when a knock came to the door.

        Drew looked relieved, opening the door.  "Jeff."

        "Can you come to Kevin's room?" Jeff asked, then saw Nick over Drew's shoulder.  "Both of you."

        "Something's wrong?" Drew asked, frowning.

        Jeff nodded.  "Come on."

        "What's going on?" Chris asked Justin Timberlake.

        "JC won't tell me," Justin said, "but it's bad."

        "How do you know?" Howie asked.

        "He won't look at me."  Justin sounded worried, and he was picking nervously at his shoelaces.

        "Did Jeff tell you?" Drew asked his brother.

        Nick Lachey shook his head.  "Something's wrong."

        Kevin stepped before the group.  Jeff and JC remained just behind him, each to one side, arms crossed over their chests, not looking at anyone.  Nick Carter wanted to hold Drew's hand, or Brian's, but Brian was across the room and Drew wasn't touching him.  Kevin looked over them and said, "There was a problem outside.  With the protestors.  Security and the police handled it.  No one was hurt."

        "What kind of a problem?" Chris asked.

        "There were a few men," Kevin said, "at least three of them.  They aren't telling us everything, but no one was hurt."

        "At least three men who what?" Lance asked.

        "Had assault rifles," Kevin said.  "They were identified, caught, and arrested immediately."

        "Assault rifles," AJ said faintly.

        "They were among the protestors.  They came in a group together.  They never opened fire," Kevin said firmly, wanting there to be no doubt on that point.

        "Outside," Nick Lachey said, "outside, with the other protestors, reporters, fans, hotel staff, our staff, innocent people, the police and security, our fans-"

        Drew wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulders.

        "They didn't shoot anybody?" Joey asked, just to make sure.

        "They were waiting," Kevin said.

        "For what?" Justin Timberlake asked softly, and tears spilled down his cheeks.

        "We're not sure," Kevin said.  "Maybe any one of us."

        "Maybe Justin and JC," Joey said.  "That's what's going on here.  Those protestors are out there because of Justin and JC, and they're going to kill, murder, people.  People who care about us, people who are protecting us, us, they're going to-"

        "I'm sorry," Justin said.  Lance hugged him.  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

        "Don't apologize!" Joey shouted.  "It's not your fault, it's not JC's fault, it's those people, they're-"

        "Evil," Howie said.

        "They're evil," Chris agreed tightly.  "They're evil and they're trying to kill people."

        "I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

        "Sshhh," Lance said.  "You didn't do anything wrong."

        "Jive and Universal want to close down the area," Kevin said.  "Clear out the protestors and the media and the fans."

        "That's not fair," Chris said.

        "We have to," AJ said.

        "But we can't," Chris said.  "People came to see us and they should get to see us.  We can't hide in here.  We have to get out there, sign autographs, meet and greet just like always."

        "We can't let them win," Brian agreed.

        "It's not safe," Drew Lachey said.  "Not for them and not for us."

        "You want to hide in here?  Afraid to step out to the bus?" Joey asked him.

        "Someone else could come, someone the police don't spot," Drew said, "and our fans could get hurt."

        "They'll know the risk," Brian said.

        "Our fans know about Justin and JC," Chris said, "and if they're strong enough to stick by us, we have to be strong enough to stick by them, too."

        "That was profound," Justin Jeffre said.  "You've convinced me."

        "Can we convince Jive and Universal?" Brian asked.

        "They've asked for our opinion," Kevin said.  "We need to be unanimous."

        "I say if our fans want to come see us, they have the right," Joey said.  "Vote."

        "Who wants to keep the lot open to fans, media, and protestors?" Kevin asked.

        Joey, Chris, Brian, Nick, Nick, Justin Jeffre, Howie, and Lance agreed.

        AJ and Drew agreed.

        "Justin?" Lance asked.

        Justin sobbed onto Lance's shoulder.

        Kevin nodded.  "Okay.  They want us to respond in a press statement, either one from each band or one from all fourteen of us.  Why don't we all take some time and meet back here at seven?"

        They nodded half-heartedly, still shaken.  The group began to break.  Nick Carter watched Drew leave wordlessly, then watched Brian go as well.  Kevin, Jeff, and JC disappeared.  Lance, Chris, and Joey remained on the floor, holding Justin Timberlake.

        "What's on your mind?"

        He kept his eyes on his hands as Jeff came into the room.  "Jessica."

        Jeff stopped in front of him.  "You okay?"

        "This is what we have to look forward to?" he asked, raising his head.

        Jeff's thumbs wiped away Nick's tears.  "If you want."

        Nick gave a tiny, bitter laugh, looking away.

        Jeff tipped Nick's face back to his.  "Nick, look at me.  I love you.  I want us to be together.  I know that it will be hard.  It'll hurt.  It'll hurt us, it'll hurt our friends, our families, our fans.  It'll hurt Drew and Justin.  I want to be with you.  If you don't want to be with me, if you don't think that you can take it, if it scares you, I understand."

        "People could have died today."

        "I know."

        "If we come out, those people who hate Justin and JC will come after us."

        "I know."

        "Men with assault rifles coming to murder us.  You can live like that?"

        "I don't want to hide.  If I'm with you, if we decide that we're going to be together for the rest of our lives, I won't hide it."  He smoothed a tear track with his knuckle.  "If you aren't comfortable with that, you need to tell me.  But you don't have to decide today."

        "Hi."

        "You okay?"

        "I'm scared."

        "Me too."  He hugged Drew.  It felt good, it felt right, to hold Drew in his arms, against his body.  How could it be wrong to love someone like this?  How could it be wrong to love Drew?  How could it be wrong to love Brian?

        Drew held on tightly.  "I love you."

        "I love you."

        "Enough, enough, I feel short now," Drew said.  "Are we okay?"

        Nick let go.  "If we love each other and we're not breaking up, yeah."

        "What about Brian?"

        "What about Brian?"

        "What are we doing with him?"

        "Having hot sweaty sex with him."

        "Nick-"

        "What?  I love him.  I love you, yes, and I love Brian.  And you love me and you love Brian.  And Brian loves me and he loves you."

        "I don't even know Brian."

        "You don't know me that well, either.  But it feels like you do.  Come on, the three of us-"

        "Had a really good time together, and then we all went to bed together, and it was too soon."

        "Are you mad?"

        "No, I'm not mad."

        "Then calm down."

        "I'm afraid!  I'm afraid of you, I'm afraid of him, I'm afraid of feeling like this, I'm afraid of those people out there, they hate us, they want to kill Justin and JC, they'd kill us if they could, if they knew."

        "Don't be afraid of me."

        "I don't know what we're doing."

        "We're together.  You're my boyfriend.  We're on vacation for a few days, and then we're going to be apart again, so we're spending time together while we can."

        "Okay."

        "And if we both happen to be having an affair with my ex-boyfriend, at the same time, in the same bed, oh well."

        Drew smiled.

        "You ever seduced anybody?" Nick asked with a grin.

        "Lance and Chris are with Justin," Joey said.

        Kevin looked through the papers they'd all handed him.  "They're going to want to approve these first."

        "I'll say what I want," AJ said.  "They can fire me if they feel like it."

        "The press conference is at noon tomorrow in the parking lot," Jeff said.  "We'll meet at eleven."

        "We can't order room service tonight," JC said.  "They're running security checks on the hotel staff."

        "I thought they already did that," Howie said.

        "They're doing it again," Kevin said.

        Drew squeezed Nick Carter's hand.  Nick squeezed back for mutual reassurance.

        "He didn't want to be left alone," Chris said.

        "You can go now," JC said.

        Chris looked at him.

        JC nodded.

        Chris carefully slipped his hand from Justin's and stood.  JC hugged him.  "It's okay," Chris said.

        "Thanks," JC said.

        "What are friends for?"  Chris left, closing the door.  JC locked it and walked back to the bed.

        Justin's blue eyes opened.  "JC?"

        "I'm right here, baby."  JC sat on the bed and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Justin.  Justin sat up to meet him, holding on tightly.  "I'm here, it's okay."

        "I'm sorry," Justin said.

        "Sshhh, don't cry.  It's okay, I'll take care of you."  He could feel Justin's tears on his shoulder.

        "They came here for us, they wanted to kill us, they could have killed us.  They could have killed you."

        "Nobody's going to kill either of us."

        "Don't leave me."

        "I won't, Justin, I won't leave."

        "Why do they hate us?  How can they want to kill us?  What if they'd-"

        "It's okay now.  They're gone."

        "Someone else will come.  JC..."  Justin choked on a sob.  "JC, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

        "Justin."  JC managed to put enough space between them that he could look into Justin's face.  "Nothing is your fault.   You didn't cause this."  Justin's mouth opened.  "No.  It is not your fault.  It isn't my fault.  Whoever picked up a gun intending to harm someone else, it was his fault.  You didn't do anything wrong.  All you did was fall in love with me.  Is that wrong?"

        "No," Justin said, and even in this emotional state Justin's hands on JC's torso burned through cotton to JC's flesh.

        "Do you love me?"

        "Yes."

        "Do you regret it?" JC pressed.

        "Never."

        "You didn't do anything wrong.  I love you, and that's right, that's good, it's perfect.  What happened today was not our fault."

        "You aren't sorry you ever got involved with me?" Justin asked.

        "I'm not sorry at all," JC said.  "Best thing I ever did."

        "I'm sorry I cried all over you."

        "I'm not.  You look good like this.  I am sorry that I wasn't here  for you, before.  I was scared, Justin.  All I wanted to do was hold onto you.  I had to be strong and keep it together so I could take care of everything."

        "Come to me.  We can be strong together."

        "Next time I will.  I promise."

        "We can be strong together now."

        "We will be.  We are.  You make me feel better."

        "Me too."  Justin hugged him.  "JC."

        "What?"

        "I just wanted to say it."

        "Okay."

        Justin released him.  "Press conference?"

        "Tomorrow.  We're meeting at eleven.  It'll be in the parking lot.  They're making security better than ever.  We'll keep you safe," JC promised, caressing Justin's jaw with his thumb.

        "You have to be safe, too."

        "I will be."

        "JC."

        "What?"

        "Make love to me."

        "Are you sure?"

        "I want to feel you."

        In the hallway, Nick Carter licked his way across Drew's mouth.  Drew's lashes fluttered and Drew's hand fisted in Nick's shirtfront.  Nick waited until Drew was at the whimpering stage before he straightened and knocked at 318.  Before Drew could escape, Brian had opened the door.

        "Hi," Brian said.

        "Hi," Nick said, and walked into the room, yanking Drew along behind himself.

        Brian licked his lips and closed the door, reluctantly turning to face them.

        Nick pocketed Brian's room key, kissed Drew, kissed Brian - - deep fast tongue - - and left.

        Drew ran his hand over his hair.

        "Is he coming back?" Brian asked.

        "Later."

        "We're supposed to wait?" Brian asked.

        Drew blushed.  "I'm supposed to seduce you.  He'll come back once he thinks we're...involved enough."

        Brian's breathing wasn't quite as it should be, suddenly.

        "Is that okay?" Drew asked.

        "Which part?" Brian asked, shooting for levity but only exposing his nervousness.

        "May I seduce you?"

        "You're supposed to ask for permission?  Doesn't that ruin the seduction?"

        "I don't want to make you upset."

        "I'm not upset.  Do I look upset?"

        Drew's fingers slid up Brian's chest and over Brian's shoulder.  "No."

        "Good."  He stopped breathing altogether.

        "You look scared," Drew said.  "Don't be scared.  I'll be good to you."  He leaned up just slightly and pressed his lips to Brian's.  His tongue broke the seal of Brian's lips and then Drew was inside, and Brian was breathing nothing but Drew.  Drew's air, Drew's scent, Drew's taste.  "What do you like?" Drew asked.

        "What?"  He'd barely gotten a kiss, he wanted more, more kiss, more Drew.

        "What do you like?" Drew asked.  "What do you want?"

        This was familiar territory.  Nick asked questions like that.  "You."

        "What do you want me to do?" Drew persisted.

        Yeah, Nick usually didn't accept that answer, either.

        "Tell me and I'll do it." Drew whispered, kissing him.

        Brian's mind flashed back to earlier - - earlier that day, had it just been that morning, no, that was impossible, it had been days ago, surely - - and ran over every touch of Drew's body and his own, snagged on something, that exquisite delicate sweet cocksucking, that mouth on his dick, that tongue.

        But there was something else, something that he wanted even more, something that he didn't dare ask for, not from Drew, not now.  He couldn't ask.

        "I'll give you whatever you want," Drew said into his mouth.

        He knew what he wanted, but he didn't dare ask.

        "Brian," Drew said.  Brian got a little lost after that, too busy sucking Drew's tongue to pay attention to things like time or oxygen.  Then, still kissing him, Drew opened his jeans and Drew's hand was inside, inside his pants, inside his boxers, wrapped around his cock, warm and strong and masculine and so fucking good, it felt so good, Drew's hand was oh...oh...  He grunted softly and almost came with the sudden rush of pleasure.  He managed to ward off his orgasm only by feeling an intense rush of fear when the words "Fuck me" fell from his lips.

        Drew's hand left him, as he'd known it would.  He closed his eyes and shut his mouth and waited to be hit, yelled at, left.

        "Are you sure?" Drew asked.

        He waited.

        "You'll have to help me," Drew said.

        He opened his eyes.  "What?"

        "I don't want to do it wrong."

        "You..."

        "I'll make love to you if that's what you want."

        Only the most severe self-control kept his semen from stuttering from his opened fly.  Grasping at his sanity, he managed to say, "What about Nick?"

        "If we wait long enough, maybe he'll come in and help us," Drew said, and his tongue slicked into Brian's mouth.  "Brian."

        He was falling in love with the sound of his own name.

        "May I..."  Drew backed up a little.  "May I..."

        "What?"

        Drew's body was close, suddenly, and he could feel Drew's body heat.  Lips were at his ear.  "May I suck your cock?" Drew whispered, the hard "k" sounds like little happy jolts to his balls.

        "Yeah," he said, and closed his eyes as Drew knelt.

        Nick Lachey was sitting in his room in the other hallway, leaning one arm on the arm of the sofa, lost in thought.  Jeff came in wordlessly, slowly, and sank onto his lap, back against his chest, between his spread thighs, head resting on his shoulder.  The two of them sitting in silence, staring across the room, Nick's hand dropped to Jeff's chest, and beneath his palm he felt the steady rhythm of Jeff's heart.

        Brian's fingers slid in Drew's hair, seeking support.  Drew's tongue slapped the head of his cock and his knees almost buckled.  His hips came forward and Drew's hands held him still.  Drew nursed gently, hazel eyes closed with pleasure, humming softly.  Brian could guess how that hum would feel if his cock were down Drew's throat, and his hips jerked again.  His cock slipped farther inside Drew's mouth, and Drew didn't seem to care.  Oh, god, no, he shouldn't, he couldn't, no, but he was, anyway...he inched forward just a bit, exerting extreme self-control, letting his cock slide just ever so scarcely bit by bit between those pretty lips.  Drew made a contented noise and kept suckling.  And then, oh then, miracle of miracles, Drew moved voluntarily, came farther on him, and his cock went down that pure throat, and he was in all the way, and Drew was humming and swallowing, and it just contracted and vibrated and he was coming, coming, coming until his stomach hurt and his vision blurred.

        Drew eased off of him.

        Should he apologize?

        "Wait until I show Nick," Drew said.

        Brian could only imagine.

        Drew pulled off his own sneakers and socks, then removed Brian's jeans and boxers entirely.  Standing, he pulled at the hem of Brian's shirt.  "You don't need that."

        He pulled off his shirt and felt extremely vulnerable.

        Drew's palms skimmed Brian's arms, chest.  "You look good naked."

        "Thanks."

        "I'm sure you've been told that before."

        "Nick might have mentioned it.  Doesn't hurt to hear it from you."

        "He gave me...this."  Drew pulled from one pocket the tube of lubricant.  "I suppose we'll need it."

        "Are you sure that you want to do this?"

        "Yes."  Drew kissed him, arms coming around him, body pressing against him.  "I love you."

        His knees almost gave out again.  He'd really have to have that checked.  "Drew, I love you."

        "Let me make love to you," Drew said, kissing him, running caressing hands down his back.

        "Okay."  Yeah, okay.  If he gave a response as enthusiastic as what he was feeling, he'd probably scare Drew.

        Jeff slid down and turned his head to the side, fitting just beneath Nick's chin, eyes closing.  Nick wrapped his free arm around Jeff.

        "I guess it would help if I weren't dressed," Drew said, and pulled off his shirt, dropping it to the carpet.

        "Let me help," Brian said, running loving hands down Drew's torso.  "You want to talk about people who look good naked."  Drew kissed him, and he slid his fingers beneath the waistband of Drew's jeans.  "Time to get you undressed," Brian said, and started to unbutton and unzipper.  He pushed down Drew's jeans, then hooked two fingers in the waistband of Drew's boxers and slid his hand inside, cupping Drew's erection.  Drew moaned and pushed into his hand.  Oh that felt good.  "Love your cock," he said, squeezing it gently.

        "I love your cock, too," Drew said, kissing him harder.

        Nick Carter checked his watch impatiently.

        Brian settled on his back on the bed, head on the pillows.  "Make yourself at home."

        Drew caressed Brian's inner thigh.  "How much do I use?"

        "Not much.  Here, give it to me."  Brian took the lube in one hand and Drew's hand in the other.  "Start with one finger."

        "Is this going to hurt you?" Drew asked.

        "Your finger?"

        "No, I know you've done that.  I mean...am I going to hurt you?"

        "I've done this before.  You must have noticed that Nick's got a nice cock.  No, you're right, yours is bigger, and I haven't done this for a while.  Drew, I'm not afraid of you.  If we use the lube, if you stretch me with your fingers, if we take our time at first, I'll be fine."

        "You'll tell me if it hurts?"

        "I'll tell you if I want you to stop."

        "Brian-"

        "Drew, I want this.  I'll tell you if I want you to stop or do something different."

        Drew nodded.  "All right.  Are we going to do this facing each other?"

        "I'd like to, but I think that this first time maybe we shouldn't."

        Drew nodded.

        "You'll like it," Brian said.

        "I know I will," Drew said, and kissed him.  They were distracted for a while after that, kissing and touching, but finally Brian found the tube of lubricant in the sheets and uncapped it one-handed, finding Drew's hand at the same time.  He slicked Drew's fingers with his, feeling the erotic glide of skin on skin, warming the slickness at the same time.  He pushed Drew away a bit and pulled one knee to his chest, guiding Drew's fingers lower.  As Drew's tongue pushed into his mouth, Drew's fingers found his entrance.

        "Go ahead," he said.

        Drew stopped kissing him.  Swallowed.  Looked into his eyes.  Very slowly pushed one finger.  Mm, oo, yeah, that was nice.  Brian shifted slightly on the mattress, relaxing, feeling the gentle intrusion send little waves of oh-yeah anticipation through his body.  Drew's finger sank deeper and he sighed.  Felt good.

        "Brian?"

        "Mm."  Nice.  Oh, yeah, there, yeah...

        "Brian, where's...that place?"

        "Deeper.  Higher.  Right - - there, there-" and his pelvis lifted in sharp response.  "Hell yeah," he murmured, "keep doing that."

        "Is that it?"

        "Oh, yeah," he moaned.  "So good, Drew, oh, god."  He'd, oh, oh, it had been too long, too long, he wasn't, he hadn't, oh god.  Should...should..."Drew..."  He barely noticed the transition to two fingers.  Oh he'd missed this, he needed this.  Three fingers twisted deep and he screamed.

        On the other side of the wall Nick Carter curled his fist around his cock.

        Drew pulled his fingers free.

        Brian panted.

        "What do I do now?  Brian?"

        Brian grabbed the lubricant and dropped some onto his palm, then wrapped his hand around Drew's erection.  Drew gasped and pre-cum poured out over Brian's fingers.  Shit.  Too close, too close, they'd never last.  "Drew.  Drew."

        Drew gasped and met his eyes helplessly, hips thrusting into Brian's hand.

        "How long do we have?  How long until you come?"

        "I can wait," Drew said.  "I can do this."  His voice shook.

        "Are you sure?"

        "Yes.  Let go of me."

        "Sorry."  Drew's cock felt good and right in his hand, big and hard and throbbing, hot and alive.  "When you're ready, just kneel up behind me.  Go in me slowly.  I'll hold still and let you get used to it, if I can."  He kissed Drew, pet Drew, then moved, shifting around to kneel on the mattress, hands on the headboard, head lowered, eyes closed.  Drew was a warm presence at his back.  Hands ran down his back.  Drew was against him, suddenly, chest against his back, thighs against his thighs, and fat cock against his ass.  Oh god.  He breathed calmly, forced himself to relax.  It would be good, good, good, he just had to relax and let it happen.

        Drew's fingers were in him again, pushing deep and pulling out, then holding him open.  Then there it was, right there, huge against his opening.

        Oh, god...

        Slowly, slowly, precious inch by precious inch, Drew eased inside Brian.  Their breathing was ragged, their limbs shaking, their hearts pounding.

        When Drew was in, in the whole way, filling Brian completely, Brian let out a monumentally satisfied groan and leaned back.  Drew held still, waiting.

        "How does it feel?" Brian asked, sounding rather breathy.

        "So tight," Drew said.  "You're so tight.  And hot.  It feels so good.  I've never...I've never...oh...Brian..."

        Brian, knowing what he wanted, pushed back against him.  Drew moaned and thrust.

        Nick Carter, who was beginning to get a clear picture of what they were doing, spilled over his own hand in the next room.

        It was too good to last.  Too tight, hot, and slick; too full, long, and powerful; too fast, hard, and impassioned.  They wanted each other too badly and couldn't wait any longer.  Brian pumped his own cock and came hard, Drew's name on his lips.  When his eyes opened he was lying on his side, Drew behind him, both of them shaking.

        The door crashed open and slammed shut and Nick was jumping, landing on the bed, shouting.  "You fucked him you fucked him you fucked him-" and then Nick was kissing him, kissing Drew, kissing him, kissing Drew.

        "Can you turn him down?" Drew asked Brian.

        "Nick, give us a second, please," Brian said.  He felt Drew moving away with a low pop as their bodies unsealed.  "God."

        "What was it like?" Nick asked, tossing his sneakers on the floor, sitting eagerly at Brian's side.

        "You wanna try it?" Brian asked, pulling off Nick's socks.

        "Hell yes.  Did it hurt?"

        "At first."

        "I hurt you?" Drew asked Brian anxiously, sitting up with them.

        "I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to Nick.  Wait your turn," Brian said.  To Nick: "It hurt at first.  It was like being a virgin all over again."

        "And we all know you're no virgin," Nick said, grinning.

        "Watch it," Brian warned.

        "Come on, we fucked so often and so hard-"

        "We're in love," Brian said, "we're supposed to."

        Nick's eyes softened and he gave Brian a lingering kiss.  "Tell me more.  What's it like to lose your virginity to Drew Lachey?"

        "What every groupie would like to know," Brian said.  "It was..."

        "How were the fingers?" Nick asked impatiently, eager to know.

        "Good fingers," Brian said.  "He has good fingers.  I could tell he cared about me, wanted me to feel good but wanted me to be...safe, loved, too."

        "That's my Drew," Nick said.

        "It was...powerful.  It was..."

        "Some lyricist you are," Nick said.

        "You'll just have to have it done yourself," Brian said.

        "How soon you think he can get it up again?" Nick asked, glancing to the clock.

        "Soon," Brian said, and pulled up Nick's shirt.  Nick cooperated and soon Nick was naked to the waist.  Brian started on Nick's fly next.  "I came so hard I'll be no good for a week.  I think I broke it."

        "Did you pass out?"

        "No, but I did reach a higher consciousness."

        Nick rolled his eyes and helped Brian to pull off his jeans.  "You passed out."

        "Is it my turn yet?" Drew asked.

        "No," Brian said.  "Nick, tell me you didn't."

        "I didn't."

        "You're lying."

        "You told me to lie."

        Brian slid his finger through tell-tale sticky leftover streaks across Nick's abdomen.  "Bad Nick."

        "I was listening," Nick explained.  "Through the wall."

        "How'd we sound?"

        "Good," Nick said.  "You sounded like the soundtrack to a triple-X porn movie."

        "That's good," Brian assured Drew.

        "You've seen one?" Drew asked.

        "No, but I know how Nick's mind works," Brian said.  "Hey, it's not your turn yet."

        "Sorry."

        Brian kissed him and turned back to Nick.  "So you liked listening to your lovers make love together?"

        "I'd rather watch in person," Nick said.  "I have lovers.  I have lovers.  Two of them."

        "Think we're enough to keep you busy?" Brian asked, nibbling at Nick's neck.

        "I don't know.  I might have to borrow a Timberlake Chasez or two for weekends."

        "Will you let me play, too?" Brian asked, curling his fingers in Nick's pubic hair.

        "If you're good I'll lend you out to the Lachey-Timmons household."

        "That sounds like fun," Brian said.  "Although maybe we should trade.  Short older men are more your type."

        "You don't see me chasing after Howie or Chris, do you?"

        "It's only a matter of time."

        "Keep it up and I'll go play with Drew and leave you alone."

        "So that's how it's going to be?"

        "That's why I got two.  Oh god.  Brian.  Brian, god, yes..."  Nick hissed and tilted back his head.

        "I thought you got two so you could watch us make love with each other."

        "That, too."

        "You're a very naughty boy."

        "Just oversexed."

        "Yeah."  Brian's lips closed over a pink nipple.  "Guess what?"

        "What?"

        "I taught Drew a new trick."

        "What?"

        "Want to show him?" Brian asked Drew with one final lick at Nick's nipple.

        "Am I a performing dog or something?" Drew asked.

        "Wait, wait, you got him to fuck you and you got him to do something else, too?" Nick asked.  "Why the hell did I leave the room?"

        "I don't know," Brian said.  "We had lots of fun."

        "What is it?" Nick asked Drew.

        "Don't tell him, show him," Brian told Drew.  "You, on your back, close your eyes."

        "Can I trust you?" Nick asked.

        "Yes," Brian said.

        "Okay."  Nick settled onto his back, head on the pillows, hands resting on his stomach.  "Now what?"

        "Close your eyes."  Blue eyes closed.  Brian spread Nick's thighs and said, "Go ahead."

        "Oh, yeah, I know this," Nick said.  "Mm, god, Drew...  Come on, yeah, so fucking...ooohh...yes..."

        Nick Lachey wept silent tears as Jeff slept.

        "Oh," Nick moaned.  "Oh...Drew?  Brian, is he...he's...he's...shit!"  Brian was too busy watching Drew's lips close around the base of Nick's cock to reply.  Nick's hips shot up; Drew moaned softly and slid his hands back to clasp Nick's butt.  Nick shouted and came.  Brian watched Drew's throat working.  When Drew backed away Brian kissed him.  Nick sighed.  "I am never leaving you two alone again.  You have too much fun without me."

        "The next hurdle we cross, I'll let you have him first," Brian promised.

        "There's only one hurdle left," Nick said.

        Brian stroked Drew's back.  "Don't get tense.  We're not asking for anything."

        "Just fantasizing about it," Nick said.  "C'mere.  Both of you."

        Jeff stirred.  Nick raised his hand and wiped at his face.  Jeff sat up straighter stiffly.  "Nick?  What time is it?"

        "It's late.  You should go to bed."

        "Alone," Jeff guessed.  "See you tomorrow."

        "Yeah."

        "Maybe I won't go," Jeff said, leaning back against him again, "until you stop crying."

        Nick's arms came around Jeff once more.  "Okay."

        Brian, Drew, and Nick curled up together in Brian's bed.  "Love you."

        "Love you."

        "Love you."

        Drew closed his eyes at the last soft murmur.

        "Just thinking about tomorrow."  Justin was staring at the ceiling, JC to his left on one side.

        "The press conference."

        "Yeah.  I've had people speak for me, talk about our relationship, issue press releases concerning us, and I've done things, I proposed to you and got married to you, but I've never just stopped and told the world myself what's going on with us.  I don't know if I can do this."

        "I've seen you.  You can do anything."

        "As soon as we get out of here, when we leave here, we're going to get our names changed, do the living will and the next of kin stuff."

        "Okay."

        "I want us to be as real to the rest of the world as we are to each other."

        "I know."

        "I love you, JC."

        JC settled against him, around him.  "I love you, Justin."

        "We're so sappy."

        "But we mean it."

        "Why do people think that what I feel for you is wrong or a crime or a sin?"

        "They don't understand."

        "I don't always understand, either.  It gets scary, loving you this much."

        "I know."  JC kissed his shoulder.

        "Yeah."

        "Sleep."

        "You too."

        "I'll be there with you tomorrow.  So will Chris, Lance, and Joey.  And our nine new closest friends.  You're not alone in this, Justin.  We'll be there.  I'll be there."

        "Yeah."  Justin shifted, rolling to his side, facing JC.  "Love me forever."

        "I will," JC promised, looking into that beautiful face, those beautiful eyes.  "I'll love you forever."