Alla
Copyright April 25-26, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex
Pairing (so to speak): Nick Carter/JC Chasez/Brian Littrell/Justin Timberlake
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys and *NSYNC are their own people. The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life. These writings are works of fiction. I make no money from this venture.
Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor and the Savage Garden slashers.
Wherein there are keys on the counter. Mail on the floor. JC on Nick.
Notice: Diamond's been waiting for "Together" Part Thirteen for a month now, and I'm supposed to be finishing a Slice, but here I am writing this story instead. Disobedient muses. "Ow" follows "Wannabe, "Slack," "Oops," and "Home."
Yes. JC and Nick. They were home. His balls hurt.
Nick moaned.
Justin had about one second to decide what to do, before JC got going. Should he go watch TV, or join them? He was allowed to play, too; that was his bed and his boyfriend. Maybe he'd go have lunch and give them the time alone. Being alone with JC was a special event. But being with JC and Nick was a special event, too. No, he'd go.
He cupped his hand over the ache in his groin and watched.
JC's hips moved with a steady rhythm, against Nick, into Nick. Sights, sounds...their bodies against each other, JC's balls smacking Nick's ass, Nick's "Fuck me, JC, fuck me," the flex of JC's muscles, JC's "Yes, Nick, god, yes," Nick's back-arching, throat-exposing, cum-spitting orgasm - - Justin squeezed himself and tried not to come in his jeans. God, that had been good. He wanted to see it again. Maybe JC would try round two. Nick could take it again. Maybe, maybe...
"Do you want some?"
Startled, Justin almost shouted. Brian's eyes held a fond sparkle. "Don't sneak up on me," he whispered, feeling mortified. Guilty.
"Do you want some?" Brian repeated. That question could have meant any number of things, but they both understood what Brian was asking.
"No," Justin said. A heartbeat. "He wouldn't let me."
"We can ask," Bran said, and gave Justin's crotch a gentle squeeze. From the bed, JC moaned.
"No," Justin said, and looked over there.
Brian kissed his cheek. "Do you-"
"No," he said with a guilty flush. Brian smiled. "Yeah, okay."
After giving him a delicious kiss, Brian said, "Guys? Hey, Nick, JC."
With a surprised, pleased smile, JC rolled over and stretched. "How long have you two been here?"
"I only came in to find you," Brian told JC. He walked over and kissed Nick's mouth, tugging on Nick's nipple. "Do you have a minute?"
"Sure," JC said. He kissed Nick, running a hand through Nick's hair. "Stay here." JC pulled on his jeans and left the bedroom with Brian.
Nick's hand slid down over his stomach. He yawned. He looked around the room, cocking one knee, exposing the goods. "Can I help you?" he asked without interest. Justin almost begged.
"I could keep you company until JC gets back." Did that sound seductive? "Keep you warm." How did people do this? JC knew. Yeah, no kidding - - JC had just done Nick. JC knew exactly how to get Nick into bed. Into Nick's bed. He should take notes.
Nick's gaze ran over him. He blushed, knowing that Nick could see his hard-on. Little JuJu perked up even more at the attention. It liked Nick. Stupid cock.
"What woke JuJu?" Nick asked.
"Watching JC."
"Watching JC fuck me."
"Yeah."
"And after that, you think you can keep me warm?"
"JC wants you to stay here, and I thought you might like some company while you wait."
"Not your company."
"It's my bed."
"A fourth of it is yours."
"Then move over and give me room."
"I meant the fourth that's the dusty part under the bed, and the dirty sheets. Get out of here! Justin!"
"Move over," Justin insisted, climbing in. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it.
"You're taking up more than one-fourth."
"So are you."
"I get to use JC's quarter, too."
"Then I get Brian's."
"He's not fucking you."
"He wants you to."
"What the fuck?"
"He wants you to do me. We were watching you and JC, and he said... He wants you to do me."
"Since when?!"
"I'm just passing along the information."
"I am not fucking you!"
"I didn't ask you to."
"You said-"
"Brian wants you to. I never said I want you to."
"Is that why you climbed into bed with me, sporting that happy JuJu?"
"I like to keep Brian happy."
"What is this, a virgin sacrifice?"
"Nick-"
"A virgin sacrifice? That's so fucking hilarious. You're the slut of the month. Every month."
"You're the whore of the year."
"I am not fucking you."
"Good." Little JuJu wanted to come out and play. Okay, but just for a minute.
"What are you doing?!"
"Undressing."
"Put that back!"
"Where's the lube?"
"It should be over there."
"I know where we keep it, Carter. It's not there."
"Here."
"Will you put it on for me?"
"What?"
"Will you put it on for me?"
"You can't reach your own asshole?"
"You're not busy."
"I'm not getting busy with you, either."
"Come on, Carter, just finger me."
"Do it yourself."
"If they see us together, they'll..."
"They like it."
"Yeah."
"Perverts." Nick wet his fingers. "On your back, hug your knees."
"Will you...?"
"God, Justin. If I do it will you shut up?"
"For now." He pulled his knees to his chest.
"You owe me," Nick said, and ducked down. Mouthed his balls. Yes, that was it, that was...oh... Nick stopped, tired of humoring him, and pushed a quick finger into his ass. Oh! Oh! Oh, god, Nick. He tried to stop panting and he tried to stop working himself on Nick's finger, but it was too too good and he wanted more. More of Nick's touch, dirty and knowing. More of the way Nick was looking at him, with hatred and lust.
Nick wanted him.
He loved Nick. He was in love with Nick. He'd said so to Nick, to JC, to Brian, to his mother, to Joey, to Lance, to Chris... Nick knew it, everybody knew it. People were okay with him being with JC because, well, because it was JC, because he'd always been with JC. Being with JC made sense. And they were okay with him being with Brian, once Brian charmed them brainless. But they asked about Nick, were worried about Nick. Because there was something about Nick, something sexual, something dark, and they saw it. Justin's mother wanted him away from Nick because she knew exactly why he was with Nick in the first place.
He loved Nick. Needy, defiant, sexual, beautiful, talented, overrated, self-centered Nick.
Nick who was rubbing two fingers inside his body and making him moan.
Nick squeezed his cock just to make him groan. Jerk. Little JuJu throbbed in Nick's hand, loving the attention. His hips didn't know where to go, whether to rock against Nick's fingers up his ass or to push his cock into Nick's hand some more. He picked up his rhythm, first down against Nick's fingers and then up into Nick's hand.
"Slut."
"Jerk."
"Whore."
"Look who's talking."
"You can barely get a word out through that moaning."
"Carter..."
"What now?"
"In...me...get...oh...in me, please, I..."
"Thought you didn't beg."
"I don't, oh, god, Carter."
"You said 'please.'"
"Not...begging...manners...in me, in me, I..."
"You want me to fuck you."
"Yes, yes...oh..."
"You want to fuck me."
"Yes...yes..." Ouch! Ouch, ouch, ouch! He stared at Nick, feeling betrayed.
"You and your midget dick will never, ever get up my ass. That's for Brian and JC only, and you're not good enough."
"I'm good! I've been making love to JC for-"
"I'm not talking about your sexual lack-of-talent. I'm saying you're. Not. Good. Enough."
Ow.
Nick thrust into him.
It was great. He came fast and hard. When it was over, he collected his brain cells, gathered his energy, smacked Nick, dressed, and left the room.
He heard Nick laughing.
JC kissed him; Brian pet his cock. "What's wrong?" Brian asked.
"I hate him." He leaned against Brian and scowled at JC. "Go do him really hard."
JC smiled. "All right." JC went into the bedroom, opening his jeans.
Brian kissed his cheek. "Tell me what's wrong."
"You do Nick, and he does you. JC does Nick, and Nick does JC. Nick does me, but I never get to do him. He's a jerk and I don't want him anymore. Let's kick him out of the house."
"You don't want Nick anymore?"
"No."
"That's too bad."
"No, it's not. Why?"
"JC and I were going to ask him to let you make love to him."
"What?"
Brian kissed him.
"You're going to - - he won't do it."
"You think he'll say no to us?"
Damn.