Copyright December 19-20, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairing: Brian/Nick/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.

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

Wherein they're groaning, complaining, and whining.

Notice: "Slice of Life," around about "Destiny"

        Nick groaned in reply.

        "I'm hot," Drew said, complaining to the world in general, not expecting a solution.  He heard the whine in his voice, and decided to be quiet, because he didn't think of himself as a whiner, ever.

        "It's too hot," Nick said, as though Drew hadn't spoken, as though he hadn't heard Drew.

        But Drew had heard Nick.  As long as Nick was going to whine, Drew was entitled to a fuss or two.  "Get off me."  There; no obnoxious whine, only a command.  And a reasonable command at that.

        Nick didn't budge.

        "Stop sweating on me."  Now he sounded almost petulant.  The whole situation was Nick's fault, anyway.  It hadn't been Drew's brilliant idea to...  Okay, so he had made the first move.  It was just that Nick had been sitting there, all preoccupied, and Drew had spent a second or two looking at Nick, and Nick's sweat was very lickable, and...and...

        Drew's body temperature was rising.  He snagged his thoughts away from heated territory.

        Anyway, the situation as a whole was Nick's fault because Nick had broken the air conditioner in the first place and now Nick's hot, heavy, sweaty naked body was covering him from bow to stern.

        Under normal circumstances, Drew didn't mind being trapped under Nick.  He even kind of, uh, liked it.  True, Nick's weight was not insubstantial, but that only added to Drew's pleasure.

        However, right now, the experience was not as pleasurable as usual.  It was summer.  And hot.  In Florida.  With no air conditioning.  After sex.  And Nick was hot and sweaty and heavy and a lot more of a blanket than Drew needed, at the moment.

        And Nick's hair was against Drew's jaw, all sweaty.  At least Nick's head was turned, so that Nick wasn't breathing on him, too.

        Drew heard the front door.  Familiar sounds.  Brian was home.  He made a slurred effort to tell Nick.  The message must have been received: Nick grunted.

        The air conditioning would be fixed later.  That was when Drew would feel like going down and greeting Brian.  Until then, he wasn't moving.

        Drew's mind drifted.  He could still taste Nick's kisses.  And, less romantically but true and even enjoyable, he could still taste Nick's semen.

        Brian was coming up the stairs.

        Nick wasn't moving.

        Drew had the cynical suspicion that Nick wanted Brian to find them there in their midday, hedonistic, sweat-drenched sprawl.

        Drew couldn't see the doorway well, and couldn't move to gain a better view.  He waited to hear something.

        Brian came into view, walking close enough to drop a kiss on Nick's shoulder.  He looked peaceful and cool, refreshingly so.  Drew loved him and wanted him and envied him.

        "Did you call about the air?" Brian asked.

        Guilty silence.  He'd meant to...

        "I'll go take care of that."  Brian left.

        He really had meant to.  He'd been on his way to do it, but he'd sort of gotten distracted.

        "He kissed me and not you," Nick said.

        "He can't kiss me with you all in the way," Drew said.

        "You're so little he couldn't find you under a real man."

        "You're so gross and sweaty-"

        "Isn't that why you attacked me?"

        "I did not attack you."  Drew was irritated and embarrassed.

        "You were licking up my sweat like-"

        "You put your hand down my pants," Drew muttered.

        "I'm hot and you're grouchy."

        "You're heavy."

        "Grouch."

        "Stop whining."

        "Grouch grouch grouch."

        Drew considered pinching Nick.  The idea had merit.  Just as he was making up his mind to go for it, he heard Brian coming up the stairs again.  Okay, so he wouldn't do it.  Unless Nick called him a grouch again.

        Brian came into the room.  He kissed Nick's naked shoulder blade again and said, "Hold still."

        "Why?" Nick asked.

        Drew saw that Brian was holding a small bowl.  A bowl of what?  A bowl of - - Brian tilted it to show him behind Nick's back.  Ice cubes!  Oh, how nice and cool they must be...

        Brian, who already looked cool enough, put an ice cube into his own mouth.  Then he picked out a second and set it right against Nick's nape.

        Nick yelped, shocked.  He howled and fussed for a minute, as Brian ran the ice cube over his spine.  He quieted down to shivers and whimpers.  Drew could feel Nick twitch and brace in anticipation of Brian's next move.  Soon Nick was sighing and arching, like someone enjoying a good back-scratching.

        When Brian ran the ice over Nick's round ass, Drew almost moaned as Nick's hips jerked against his.

        "Roll over," Brian said, tapping Nick's butt.

        Nick rolled, lazy and langorous, a huge tawny lion sated on the pride, letting himself be adored.  Drew shifted, compelled to watch.

        Brian put one knee on the mattress, leaning over Nick's left side.  He fished out another piece of ice and put it to Nick's chin.  Nick shivered, lashes fluttering.  Brian let Nick adjust to the freezing sensation, then glided the ice down Nick's neck.

        Nick, well-trained, tilted back his head to expose his neck to Brian's ministrations.  Brian traced his collarbone, went back up to flick the ice behind his earlobe, then went across his neck and down again.

        Brian put the sliver of ice back in the bowl and leaned in to kiss Nick's face.  He trailed kisses over Nick's forehead and temples, down Nick's nose and cheeks.  His kisses had to be delicious and cool, refreshing from the ice in his mouth.  He kissed and licked at Nick's lips.  Nick moaned, pleased, loving the attention.

        When the kiss ended, the ice was in Nick's mouth.  He sucked on it, and his hips twitched.

        Brian found a new piece of ice and touched it to Nick's right nipple.  Nick gasped, then began a laughing protest at the torture, twisting on the bed.  With a smile, Brian persisted.  When the ice met Nick's left nipple, Nick's gasps alternated with moans.

        Drew's hot body ached with wanting Brian's cool touch.

        Brian led the ice cube down Nick's chest, circling Nick's navel.  Nick shivered, and his hips gave a tiny, subtle thrust.

        Brian wouldn't.

        The ice inched down Nick's treasure trail.

        Nick began to twist again.

        Closer.  Closer.

        Nick's head tossed on the pillow.

        Brian's hand lifted.  Drew sighed with relief for Nick's sake, and Brian moved down the bed a bit.

        Nick howled as ice met the arch of his right foot.  Drew had to laugh, then.  Brian drew cooling patterns over Nick's ankles and up Nick's legs.  Nick relaxed, sighed, and sank into the mattress, giving himself over to Brian's attention again.

        Brian went right past Nick's knees.  Then he set down the ice and spread Nick's legs.  Chilled fingertips stroked up inside Nick's thighs.  Brian's touch, from holding the ice cubes, was cold enough to contrast with Nick's overheated skin, just cold enough to test its welcome.  He went right up Nick's thighs, caressed Nick's pelvic bone, stroked right behind Nick's balls.  Nick moaned, wanting more.  Drew was trying to watch Brian's fingers and Nick's eyes and Nick's mouth and Nick's twisting torso, all at once.  Drew remembered clearly how hot Nick had been down there, hot and private, pubic hair curly and damp with sweat, Nick's groin so warm, so heated with blood and lust...

        Nick's hips bucked in a familiar motion.  Drew had been so wrapped up in his memories that at first he couldn't remember what that meant.  Then he realized that Brian's touch was cooling Nick off from the inside, now.

        Nick worked himself against Brian's hand.  He rolled his upper body sideways, towards Drew, reaching with one hand for Drew's nape.  His kiss was shockingly cold, yet, somehow, so very hot...

        Drew welcomed the heat of Nick's kiss.  Welcomed the heat of Nick's body.  Welcomed it into himself.