Alla
Copyright July 8, 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 slashwriters. It's also for Diamond.
Wherein they grope each other, they attempt another breakfast, and they throw Coolio.
Notice: Tenth in a series.
Brian sat back. "Don't do it for me and don't do it for JC."
Justin straightened Brian's tie. "Why can't I just have one boyfriend?"
"Because this way, when I leave, you can crawl back into your nice, warm bed and get cozy with your nice, warm other boyfriends." Brian's hand was down the front of Justin's sweatpants again.
"You don't have to go," Justin said. "You can stay and play."
"Play?" Brian asked.
"With me and Little JuJu," Justin said. He tugged on Brian's tie and Brian kissed him. "Stay and play with us."
"I can't," Brian said, and gave his cock loving squeezes.
Justin moaned, excited in Brian's hand. "Oh, Brian, no, you'll get dirty."
Brian let go of him and made a terribly cute disappointed face. "I wanted to say good-bye to JuJu."
"Will you make love to me when you get home?" Justin asked.
"Yes," Brian said, kissing him. "I have to go." One more kiss. "And remember, whatever you do, it's for you. Not for me, and not for JC. Promise me?"
"Promise." Kiss. "Bye."
"Bye." Kiss. Brian left.
Justin sighed and touched his penis through his sweatpants.
Time to think. He was horny. He loved Brian. He loved JC. He loved Nick. Nick wanted him out of the house and out of the relationship. JC wanted him and Nick to shape up or ship out. And Brian wanted him to take the first step, take the initiative, and force Nick's hand. Or whatever. Get Nick to accept his love and love him back.
Oh, sure, no problem there. Just make Nick fall in love with him. Easy for Brian to say. Brian was Nick's home, family, heart, and hearth. And JC, JC was Nick's expensive and shiny new toy. Nick was jealous and only wanted to share JC with Brian.
Well, tough patooties, Carter me lad. Justin was there to stay.
Someone was up. Nick. Justin tried to think fast and to will away his hard-on. His brain was blank, his arousal was visible, and Nick was in the kitchen.
Wait, these weren't his sweatpants. They were Nick's. Weren't they? They were too loose in the waist, about to slide off his butt.
Brian had squeezed his ass. That had been good. He wanted Brian to come back home. Brian had coaxed him out of bed and felt him up and talked to him about Nick. Brian wanted household harmony. And Brian seemed to think that he could get Nick to love him. Justin had his doubts.
Still, Brian knew Nick better than anyone. And if Brian thought that Justin had a chance...
Maybe Justin could go back to bed and curl up with JC and forget that Nick existed.
No, JC was upset. JC had gone to bed without making love to anybody last night. With JC upset and Nick missing, Brian hadn't felt right about doing too much with Justin. And Brian always made love to him in bed, but doing it right there with JC's silence...the thought of it made them feel guilty.
So they went upstairs, to Brian's study, and Brian got really friendly. Justin got hot remembering it. Happy smiles and warm hands and cheerful kisses and teasing fingers. It was amazing, the things that man could do with an innocent smile. Justin had come all over himself, and then Brian had licked him clean, ate his cum from his naked body. And then...
Something hit him in the back of the head.
Startled, Justin let go of his cock and turned on the sofa in time to see Nick walking back to the kitchen. That jerk! "Carter, you're an asshole," he muttered to himself, but he said it quietly so Nick couldn't hear him. He pulled his hand back out of his pants and tugged his clothes back together, leaving the couch. Hey! That had been his CD! No way was Carter throwing Coolio at him. Justin went to the kitchen.
Nick dropped bread into the toaster.
Justin smacked him in the back of the head.
Nick turned around and shoved Justin off-balance.
Brian's smile. JC's silence. Justin clenched his fists. No. He was not going to fight.
Nick started the toaster and opened the cupboard. Glass in one hand, he turned around again. His gaze dropped; his expression went from hostile to derisive with an impressive sneer.
Oh. He was looking at Little JuJu, who was poking against the front of Justin's sweatpants. "Brian was saying good-bye to me," Justin explained.
Nick almost smiled in recognition. Then his eyes darkened.
What? Justin had almost had a good moment there. What had - - oh. Brian had said good-bye to him. Wakened him, talked to him, groped him. Didn't say a thing to Nick. "He wanted to talk about you," Justin said. "He loves you so much, I don't know what he's doing with anybody else."
"It's JC," Nick said.
Well, true. Even Brian and Nick, with their friendship and brotherhood and one true love, could fall for JC.
"He kissed me good-bye," Justin said. He could do this. He stepped closer to Nick.
"You probably have morning breath," Nick muttered.
"He kissed me so well I probably have Brian breath."
Nick's gaze flickered to Justin's mouth.
Come on, Carter. "He made love to me last night."
He had Nick's attention.
"He fucked me with his fingers."
Silence. "How many?"
Justin held Nick's gaze. "As many as I wanted."
Silence. Heat rose.
The toast popped.
Nick turned away from him, opening the refrigerator.
Justin wanted to hit the toaster.
Nick stood there, one hand on the refrigerator door, looking inside without expression.
Justin wanted Nick to do something. It was too quiet, too still. He wished he didn't love Nick. He wished he didn't even like Nick. He wished Nick would do something. Anything.
Nick was starting to look angry. Justin saw storm clouds gathering.
Shit. Justin stepped closer, standing beside the fridge. Think fast. "Nick." Justin couldn't think of anything to say. So he opened his mouth and let what came out, come out. "Make love to me." Whoa, not that. Back up.
Nick's head turned. Nick looked at him. Met his eyes.
"Please," Justin said.
Nick stepped away from him, mouth tight, brows knitting.
"Nick-"
Nick grabbed him, one hand on his arm, one hand on his waist, pulling him to Nick's body, kissing his mouth. Nick's tongue licked over the roof of his mouth while Nick's hand slid down the back of his pants, one finger aiming for his tight pucker. Justin wrapped his arms around Nick's shoulders, seeking full-body contact.
Nick's wet, hungry kiss had Justin hot and hard. He felt Nick's finger pushing into his body, and he spread his thighs, letting his hips push back, wanting Nick deeper.
Justin let his right hand rub down Nick's back. He loved how broad and big-boned Nick was, in comparison with JC and Brian's smaller builds. He loved how direct and unapologetic Nick's fucking was. Justin's hand came forward, between their bodies, reaching inside Nick's pants and freeing Nick's cock.
Oh, it was hot in his hand, heavy and full. He loved Nick's cock. It was built for fucking. Curling his fingers around it, sucking Nick's tongue, one hand fisting in blond hair, Justin felt the muscles in his ass quivering around Nick's finger, clamping down on it.
"You want me," Nick said, and sparked his prostate.
Justin's knees almost buckled. Oh, god, Nick, please. He clung to Nick, licking Nick's lower lip, pulling Nick's cock. His thumb passed over the head and came away wet. He wanted Nick, and Nick wanted him.
Nick's finger left him. Nick's hand was no, no, Nick couldn't back out now.
Nick pulled away enough to spit into his hand, then reached down again.
Oh, god, yes. Justin's pants were around his ankles now; he kicked out of them, balancing on one foot and rubbing his leg against Nick's. Nick's finger was rubbing and stretching, pushing deep inside him and setting off fireworks. Nick had beautiful hands. Long fingers. Wide knuckles. God, yes...
Justin's knee crooked around Nick's hip, and Nick lifted him. He gripped the kitchen counter with one hand, resting his lower back against it, and with no more warning, Nick surged deep.
Pain splintered. The pressure and fullness of each thrust slammed pleasure through Justin's body. He tried to keep his balance, half on the counter and half off of it, one hand gripping Nick's T-shirt, mouth open. He couldn't breathe and all he heard was the sound of Nick's determined grunts. Oh, god, Nick was giving it to him.
Justin's balls ached, thighs ached, throat ached, fingers ached. The back of his head hurt from where he'd whacked into the cupboard in response to an extra-hard thrust. Nick's hips slammed against him and Nick's big, hard cock drove deeper.
There was a human limit on how much a body could withstand. Justin was way past his limit. Nick was fucking his whole body raw. His nipples ached. His blood burned. When Nick's cock hit him again, he exploded. Little JuJu spat hot, white spurts between their bodies. Justin raised his weight onto one arm and pumped his hips hard against Nick's. Nick responded by going harder, faster, harder, faster. Justin collapsed, high yet drained, a smoldering fire. Nick bore his weight, fucking into him until it was all over.
The floor was cold and alien under Justin's feet. He kept one hand on Nick's shirt.
Nick ran a hand through Justin's curls and tugged down Justin's shirt. With Justin still holding onto him, he bent and retrieved Justin's discarded sweatpants. "Come on, JuJu's gonna get cold." When Justin stepped into them, he pulled them up over Justin's hips. "I think you need to go back to bed."
Justin leaned against him. Nice and warm.
Nick kissed Justin's soft mouth. "Want to go play octopus with JC?" One arm around Justin's waist, Nick walked Justin back to the bedroom. Kissed him again. Helped him into the bed.
Justin tried to pull Nick in, too.
"Let go. Get clingy with JC. I gotta go clean up the mess you made. Let go! I got you off, what else do you want?"
"I love you," Justin said, and released Nick, rolling over and attaching himself to JC.
Nick glared at him. "Slut."
Justin smiled and snuggled against JC's chest, sliding a hand down JC's naked back.
Nick went back to the kitchen.
Little slut. Look at this place. Refrigerator door open, toaster
knocked over, jelly, shit, jelly on the floor. Justin got laid, Justin
went back to bed, Nick had clean-up duty. Why Justin had been wearing
his pants, he didn't know. And someday, someday, he'd figure out
the deal with waking up and putting on one freaking sock.