banner by Vanessa
Copyright November 8, 2004 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nick/Brian/Drew
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise 98 Degrees and the Backstreet Boys are their own people. The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life. This writing is a work of fiction. I make no money from this venture.
It may help if you're familiar with "Living" before reading this story.
Hi, sweetheart. How’s the tour? Nick and I miss you. We’ve been talking to Jed about those three days in July. They’re trying to schedule a shoot for that time, but if we can push it off until the next week, we’ll be able to come and see you.
I can’t wait to see you again. I want to be with you so much it
Brian shouldn’t leave his shit lying around for other people to find.
Looks like he was just about to get to the good stuff, too. I’ll help him out.
He misses you so much he started calling out your name again last night when I was sucking him. It was pretty fucking hot. You would have loved the way he was fucking my mouth. He started whispering your name while he was petting me, too. I think he’s going into Drew withdrawal. You’d better get your sexy-hot ass over here.
I wouldn’t mind seeing you, either.
I see Nick’s found my letter. Reading what he’s written, I can’t say that he’s wrong. Maybe I am going into withdrawal. But I can get through any period of time apart, knowing that in the end we’ll be together again. And you know that I hate to complain about missing you, when I have Nick by my side. I don’t know how you get through it alone. You’re strong, Drew, you endure, you’re my peace.
I love you. I do miss you. And I do whisper your name in quiet moments with Nick. I love you so much I can’t stop thinking about you.
If you were a song, I’d never stop singing it. If you were a movie, I’d buy a theater and watch it forever. If you were a book, I’d memorize every word.
I can’t believe he actually wrote that down. You have to be laughing right now.
We were talking about you last night, and he spent three hours just kissing me, touching me, whispering my name and your name all tangled together. I was kind of doing the same thing, but whatever. He loves the way you laugh and he loves the way your eyes glow when you’re feeling good about something and he loves the way you sit when you watch TV and he loves how you don’t think you’re half as gorgeous as you really are.
Me, I love your sexy mouth and your tight abs. A hot body and a pretty smile can get me anytime. When they’re yours.
Let’s see if I can pull off this romantic shit. If you were a painting…
…painting…
Fuck it. You’re not a painting, you’re a person, and I love you, and you’ll just have to deal with that. That’s as deep as it gets around here. You’re Drew, I love you, that’s it.
Romantic shit’s okay, though. All of that Brian poetry starts hitting me really deep inside. He knows a million ways to say “I love you.” Sometimes all it takes is a smile.
If you were a painting, I’d feel the texture of every stroke of the paintbrush as if it were your hand on my body. I’d inhale the scent of the canvas and paint as though it were your scent, your breath. I’d fill my life with your infinite variety of color. You would enrich me, inspire me, surround me with beauty. I would gaze upon you every day, and learn from you, and be a better man for it.
You’re Drew, and I love you.
That’s all I’m trying to say.
You have my love.
Brian
Love, kisses, hugs, groping sweaty sex.
Nick