Copyright March 23, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time

Rating: R

Pairing (so to speak): Nick Carter/Drew Lachey/Brian Littrell

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise 98 Degrees and the Backstreet Boys are their own people.  The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life.  This writing is a work of fiction.  I make no money from this venture.

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

Wherein you'll find Brian, in the bathroom, with Celine Dion.

Notice: Diamond is going to kill me.

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        "Nick, I'm-"

        "Up," Nick said.

        "I have to-"

        "Here we go."

        "But I-"

        "Careful!"

        "Well if you wouldn't-"

        "If you fall and break yourself, you're going to get me in trouble with Brian."  Nick pushed Drew into the bedroom, flipping on the light.  "You're very cute."

        "Thank you."

        "I want to nuzzle you all over."

        "Thank you."

        "You make me very happy."

        "You make me very happy, too, Nick."

        "Do you have to go?"

        "Go where?"

        "To the bathroom."

        "No, I have to go downstairs.  Brian's - - you just asked me if I have to go to the bathroom."

        "Yes.  Do you?"

        "No.  Why?"

        "I thought you might have to pee."

        "I don't."

        "Are you sure?"

        "Yes."

        "Really sure?"

        "Yes."

        "Can you try?"

        "I'm toilet-trained, Nick.  It's okay."

        "I bet Brian has to go."

        "He knows where the bathroom is.  He'll be fine."

        "We should go check."

        "Nick."

        "He might have to go."

        "Nick."

        "Let's go ask him."

        "Nick, no."

        "It'll be easy.  He's right downstairs."

        "Nick, no.  I mean it."

        "You have to go sometime."

        "In the toilet."

        "Think outside the box."

        "Think of how disgusting it is to urinate on a human being."

        "I bet Jeff would do it."

        "You can call him and ask him."

        "But I want you to do it."

        "Nick, that's...sort of sweet, and really disturbing.  I'm not going to pee on you."

        "You should."

        "No, thank you."

        "Brian will."

        "No, he won't."

        "Let's ask him."

        "Nick-"

        "Come on."

        Drew sighed and let Nick lead him through the house.  They found Brian in the kitchen.

        "Drew's going to pee on me."

        Brian looked surprised.  "He isn't."

        "No, he's not," Drew agreed.

        "You can, too," Nick told Brian.

        "That's very nice of you, Nick, but-"

        "You put your hand up my ass."

        He had a point, there.

        "You're thinking about it wrong," Nick said.

        "I'm thinking about how gross sex is," Drew said.

        "It doesn't feel gross when you're doing it," Nick said.

        "No."  Of course not.  When it was happening, he was thinking about how great it was and how he wanted more.

        "You're thinking of peeing on somebody as gross.  And humiliating.  Like it's actually peeing on somebody.  Like if you'd shit on somebody, that'd be humiliating and wrong."

        "Yes," Brian agreed.

        "But that's not what this is," Nick said.  "This is fun and sexy."

        "Sexy?" Drew asked.  He would not find someone peeing on him sexy.  Not even if it was Nick or Brian.  He would find it gross and horrifying.

        "You like me naked and wet."

        "Wet with water.  Not human waste."

        "Why are you stuck inside the box?" Nick asked.  "Come out of the box, Drew.  Here, I'll help you.  First, the box says that you need to want women.  But you don't.  Then the box says that you should just say no to pretty young men.  But you said yes.  Then the box says that you can only love one person at a time.  But you have me and Brian.  Then the box says that you must never ever touch your brother in a naughty way.  But you have.  Now the box is saying that you can only have sex in certain positions in certain places at certain times.  That's the same box that said no fisting, Drew, and you like fisting."

        He turned red.

        "Do you like fisting, Drew?"

        Sort of.

        Nick was smiling at him, a teasing smile.  "Do you like me wet and naked, Drew?"

        "Yes, but-"

        "Do you like to turn me on?"

        "Yes, but-"

        "Come upstairs with me."

        "Nick-"

        "Come upstairs with me."

        "Nick, I really don't want to do this."

        "Fun and sexy, Drew.  It'll be fun and sexy.  You like being fun and sexy with me."

        Nick was good at being fun and sexy.

        "Brian, Drew's going to come up and pee on me.  You have to come with us."

        "Nick, he doesn't want to," Brian said.

        "Do you want to?" Nick asked Brian.

        "No, I don't want to go to the bathroom on you."

        Nick sighed.  "That's it.  I give up.  I'll just pee on myself."

        "That's not sexy, that's gross and embarrassing," Drew said.

        "I'll pee on you."

        "No!  Don't even try it."

        "Now I have to go to the bathroom," Brian said.  "Thanks, Nick."  He left the room.

        Nick grabbed Drew and followed.

        "What are you - - Nick!" Brian said.

        "We don't need to watch him," Drew said.

        "Nick, can I have some privacy?" Brian asked.

        "Go," Nick said.

        "May I leave?" Drew asked.

        "No," Nick said.  "Brian, go."

        Brian put his head on Nick's shoulder.  "Nick, I love you, but you're going to drive me nuts."

        "Do you need me to hold it for you?"

        "No!  I can hold it myself."

        Since his right hand was being held by Nick, Drew put his left over his eyes as he heard Brian's zipper opening.

        "Well?"

        "I can't go with you standing here."

        "You've peed beside me a million times."

        "Not with you staring!"

        "I've seen it before.  You can go, it's okay.  Or do you need water to get you started?  Should we sing songs from Titanic?"

        Brian laughed.  "Sure.  Go ahead."

        "Drew, be Celine Dion with me."

        "I forget how it goes."

        "What songs do you know?"

        "Uh, 'Stay the Night.'"

        "About water."

        "Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream..."  As Drew sang, Nick started singing when he began the second line.  Brian joined in a line later, and they sang a round, standing there in the bathroom together, Drew with his hand over his eyes, Brian starting to urinate halfway through the song.

        Brian yelped and stopped singing.  "Nick!"

        "What?"

        "Oh - - don't do that!"

        "Why not?"

        "Isn't that poisonous?"

        "No."

        "It's gross."

        "It doesn't taste good, but-"

        Drew took his hand away from his eyes.  "Nick, what did you do?"

        "I was - - and he put his hand in the way - - and then he licked his fingers," Brian said.

        "You put your hand in it?" Drew asked.

        "Not in the toilet, just in midstream," Nick said.  "It's hot."

        "I peed on you.  Are you happy now?" Brian asked.

        "Do it again."

        "No."  Brian zipped up.  "Wash your hands."

        "Box boy."

        Brian kissed him.

        Nick smiled.

        "Now I forget why I was coming downstairs," Drew said.

        "To pee on me," Nick said.

        "No."

        "To pee on Brian."

        "Maybe that was it," Drew said.

        Brian smiled.  "Probably."

        "Can we?" Nick asked.

        "Ask me later," Brian said, and kissed him again, and returned to the kitchen.