Copyright April 27, 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 they throw phones, they plot against each other, and they make Justin horny.

Notice: "Wannabe," "Slack," "Oops," "Home," "Ow," "Plot."

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Diamond

        Justin was giggling like a lunatic, Brian was licking his neck, JC got a hand down his pants, and finally he burst into hysterical laughter, threw the phone, and gave in to Brian and JC.

        It had been a plot, of course.  JC and Brian were tired of seeing Justin conflicted, miserable, and guilty every time his mother called.  The unfortunate thing was that when Justin threw the phone, he threw it at Nick.  Nick watched Brian's hand slide down over Justin's ass.  "You hear that, Lynn?  That's your son laughing and happy with people who love him.  The next sound you hear will be me hanging up on you."

        He turned off the phone and watched JC kiss Justin while Brian pulled out Little JuJu.  Nick sighed and went to the bedroom.  Justin was a two-second lay, but if Brian and JC decided to play, this could take a while.  He flipped on the light and dropped to the bed, looking at the ceiling, resting a hand on his stomach.  He listened to Justin moan.

        That was a lot of moaning.

        What were they doing to the poor boy?  With Justin's hair trigger, he had to have come already.  The moaning became panting, then tapered.

        Brian and JC entered the bedroom.  Crawled onto the bed, Brian astride his left leg, JC astride his right.  Fully dressed, but hard inside their pants.

        "Nick," Brian said.  JC kissed his mouth.

        "Nick," JC said, and Brian stroked up between his legs.  "Do something for us," JC invited.

        "We made Justin horny," Brian whispered.

        "We made him hard," JC added, and rubbed Nick's nipple through his shirt.  "Do something for us, Nick."

        Brian kissed him, that familiar erotic kiss.  JC was sucking his neck, right where his pulse was, making his blood pound.  Brian was opening his pants, palming his balls, making him tense and horny.  JC's fingers reached back behind his balls, rubbed his perineum, rubbed against his tight hole.  Brian sucked his tongue, licking it like it was his cock.  JC's finger pushed into him dry, making him push closer for more.  He wanted that finger deep.  He wanted Brian's tongue on the real thing.  He wanted-

        "Nick."

        "JC."  He tried to screw himself down onto JC's finger.

        "Close your eyes."

        Why?  Panting, wanting to jack himself, he kept his eyes open.  And then he saw Justin in the doorway, clinging to the doorframe.  Naked.  Wide-eyed, panting, very hard.  Justin had a hand wrapped around Little JuJu and was trying to milk that boy dry.

        Brian dragged off his jeans and underwear.  Then Brian helped him out of his shirt, and he was naked, and JC had a finger up inside him, and Brian was kissing him and toying with his balls.  He looked; Justin was still standing there, watching, masturbating.

        "Your turn," JC said, and popped his finger free.

        Brian smiled and reached for the lube.

        Justin stumbled closer.

        Brian's finger went deep, triggering his prostate, and he hugged one knee, trying to rock his hips against Brian's hand.  JC was pulling on his nipple, tugging pleasure through his spine.  "Close your eyes," JC whispered.

        No.  "Fuck me."

        Justin dragged himself to the foot of the bed, clutching his dick, staring, panting.

        "Is that what you want?" Brian asked, and sent off sparks again.

        "Yes," Nick said.  "Fuck me, fuck...oh, god..."

        JC slid away from him.

        Brian slid away from him.

        Justin crawled closer.

        A slow, unsteady finger.  Justin's soft gasp.  Come on, come on, right - - he pumped his hips - - there!  God, yes.  He reached down and took Justin's hand, pushed and rotated.  God damn, yes, yes, yes!  Oh, damn it!  The finger was gone.

        But oh...oh...  Ooohhh...  Nick felt his spine stretch, felt his hips rise.  Oh, sweet damn, yes.  Pop that baby dick right in there.  Sweet mother, that felt good.  Yeah, oh yeah, let Little JuJu fuck his ass.  Mmm...  Oh, yeah, harder, harder, right there, so right...

        Justin came too soon, of course.  But he made up for it by sucking Nick's cock.  All of that time spent sucking on JC had paid off in spades.  Then Justin was kissing him, kissing him with that soft mouth that tasted like his cum.  Justin fell asleep on top of him, wrapped around him and clinging like always.  Then Brian and JC started undressing each other, and they were hard, and Nick was going to have to wake up Justin for more.