Roles

Roles

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Nick/JC/Brian/Justin

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. 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. It's also for Diamond.

Wherein they kick each other, they kiss Brian, and they make Justin beatbox in bed.

Becky

Brian wanted to spank him.

Justin wasn't sure how he felt about that idea.

And then, of course, the idea of it was one thing. Actually having it done to him? Being spanked? By Brian? A whole new ballgame.

Brian hadn't said a word about it. Maybe Brian didn't want to anymore, anyway.

But Brian must have said something to JC. And JC had said something to him. And he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Brian wanted to spank him.

With his hand, JC said. Not with something brutally violent. Brian wouldn't want to hurt him.

Still...

Weird kinky stuff was one thing. Justin was familiar with having an unusual sex life.

But being spanked?

He had three oversexed male lovers. JC was a master of erotic arts, Nick was a bitch, and Brian was a creative pervert. Justin was used to having fun in bed.

But being spanked?

It would hurt. He couldn't guess how much.

And then there was the fact that Brian wanted to do it to him, not to JC or Nick. All right, Brian had known Nick since Nick was thirteen, had watched Nick grow up, had been Nick's big brother; spanking Nick might be uncomfortable.

Spanking JC? Never. Nobody touched JC like that. Not even Brian.

They seemed to like to try things out on Justin, anyway. He was the test subject. If he liked it, they tried it on each other.

Not that he minded...

Justin didn't know what it was about Brian. Brian was good and nice and friendly and polite. He smiled when he sang, he made eye contact when he talked, and he cuddled when he loved. He was charming in a wholesome way.

It was impossible to say no to him.

Which was why Justin tended to end up with Brian's fingers up his ass all of the time.

Justin wasn't complaining, or anything.

He only wished... He wished that... He was JC's boyfriend, and Nick was Brian's boyfriend, and JC and Brian were lovers.

JC and Brian, being lovers, shared their boyfriends with each other.

They could say that they were equals, all four of them, in comparable relationships, but they weren't. They weren't, and Justin felt it every day.

He wasn't Nick's boyfriend. He wasn't Brian's lover.

Of course they were all different people, and they meshed differently with each other. He didn't expect that Brian would give him and Nick the same treatment, word for word, touch for touch. But he wanted to feel that he was as...as...as vital to Brian's self-image as Nick was.

He wanted to feel more like Brian's lover and less like the toy Brian borrowed from JC.

He wanted to be Nick's boyfriend. But he wouldn't be accepted by Nick until he was accepted by Brian.

Brian already had Nick, the boyfriend, the best friend, the companion. Brian had JC, the equal, the lover, the confidante. What role remained for Justin?

When Justin came home, Nick was hanging around the kitchen, talking with Brian. JC was out somewhere.

"Hi," Brian said.

"Hi," Justin said. Brian waved him over, so he went to the kitchen. Brian's fingers caught his chin and urged him closer for a kiss. He could tell that Brian had been behaving; Nick didn't look kissed and mussed. "Hi," Justin said to Nick.

Nick's lips twitched into an almost-sneer.

Brian tapped Nick's shoulder and opened a cupboard.

Reprimanded, Nick offered Justin a smile, if a false one.

Justin made a face at Nick and went to the bedroom.

"Oh, Justin," Nick said from the kitchen, as though he'd forgotten something. Justin knew that he hadn't, and tried not to worry about what it could be. Nick's too-casual tone of voice tipped him off that there was a problem. He was getting good at reading Nick, as a means to survival.

"What?" Justin asked, finally.

"Mommy called."

Shit. Justin tried not to tense, and failed.

"I asked her if she wanted to leave a message-"

Nick had picked up, answered, talked to her?!

"-but she didn't have too much to say to me."

No, his mother had way too much to say to Nick. Shit. Justin rubbed his forehead.

"She'd like you to call her back."

Yeah, no doubt.

"Nick," Brian said. Justin tuned out the rest of their quiet conversation, sitting on the foot of the bed. He'd call her later. Later tonight. After dinner, maybe.

Justin's fork chased peas around his plate.

Nick kicked him under the table.

He kicked back.

Nick kicked back, harder.

"Nick, if I see one bruise on him-"

"He's fine," Nick said. "Aren't you?"

"I'm okay," Justin said to Brian. "Nick's just being a jerk."

"You're being a-"

"Nick," Brian said.

"Why the fuck do you always take his side?" Nick asked.

"Why do you always start fights with him?" Brian asked.

"I always start fights? It's always me, it can't be him?"

Brian refused to argue about it.

Justin felt guilty, for disrupting things; and mad at Nick, for being an asshole. He kicked Nick under the table.

Nick kicked him back.

"When is JC coming home?" Nick asked.

Justin was glad that Nick had asked first. He'd been biting his tongue all evening.

"In a couple of hours," Brian said. "He said we might have to go to bed without him."

Justin hadn't expected that. He'd never gone to bed without JC. No, he'd made love without JC, but he'd never piled into bed to make love and sleep, with Brian and Nick, without JC. It seemed like a stupid thing to feel nervous about. He wasn't an intruder. It was his home, his bed, his lovers.

Maybe if it had been anyone else. Any other couple. Anyone besides Brian and Nick.

He wasn't a third wheel. But there was better balance when JC was home, too.

He was being stupid.

He slid his fingers through Nick's hair.

"What do you want?" Nick asked from the sofa.

"Nothing." He finger-combed Nick's hair back. "You need a haircut."

"You need a-"

Brian, on his way up the stairs, coughed.

Nick fell silent.

Justin leaned over the back of the sofa and kissed Nick's cheek.

Nick pushed him away.

He climbed over the back of the sofa and sat on Nick. "What are we watching?"

"Your ass," Nick said, and pulled him to a more comfortable position.

Justin relaxed, not bothering to make his eyes focus on the screen. He wondered if... He'd done Nick once. Fucked Nick. He wanted to do it again, but Nick never let him. Maybe he could tonight. Only Brian would be around to see it.

"What has you thinking?" Nick asked, changing the channel.

"Nothing."

"JuJu want something?"

Justin smiled and twisted to see Nick's face. "You."

Nick grinned. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Nick, can-"

"Why don't you fuck Brian?" Nick asked.

Justin blinked.

"Hey, Brian," Nick called. He defended himself against Justin's attack. "Brian!"

"What?" Brian called from upstairs.

"Justin wants to fuck you!"

"I do not!" Justin protested.

"Oh, you don't want to fuck Brian?" Nick asked. "You don't want him? He's not good enough for you? What's the matter, you don't think he's cute?"

"Shut up," Justin said, struggling to get free.

"Never mind, Brian!" Nick shouted. "Justin doesn't want you!"

Justin fought harder with Nick.

"Why don't you want Brian?" Nick asked Justin. "I want Brian. Brian!"

"What?" Brian called.

"Want to fuck me?"

"Sure," Brian said.

Nick dumped Justin on the floor and climbed the stairs.

Justin rubbed his injured tailbone. "Carter!"

Nick waved and disappeared into Brian's study.

Justin sat there for a moment, frowning. He reached over and turned off the TV.

Brian came down the stairs. This was an unexpected move. "I'm going to bed," Brian said to Justin. "You want to-"

"Sure," Justin said, trying to sound casual about it. "Yeah." Brian pulled him to his feet and they went to the bedroom.

Justin felt boneless. Satisfied. He hummed against Brian's shoulder.

"Did you like that?" Brian asked, stroking his naked back.

Yes. He let Brian touch his curls.

"Is it over?" Nick's voice asked from the doorway.

"For now," Brian said.

"JC's going to want to know what you did to him," Nick said.

"Then JC should stay home and watch," Brian said.

"Was it good for you?" Nick asked. His fingers were on Justin's back.

Mmm. Very. Justin decided to fall asleep.

"JC's definitely going to want to know what you did to him," Nick said. "Look at him. He's overdosed on orgasms."

"He looked unhappy earlier. I wanted him to feel special." Brian kissed Justin's cheek.

"The poor baby," Nick muttered, and climbed into bed with them. "Justin, can I fuck you?"

"No," Brian said.

"He wouldn't say no to anything right now," Nick said. "I could fuck him ten ways and he'd be smiling."

"That's why you can't," Brian said. "Let him sleep."

"You're not going to let go, are you?"

"No," Brian said, keeping Justin comfortable in his arms.

"Then how am I supposed to get off? What's he doing?"

"He's happy."

"He's, fuck, he's doing it again! Can't you have normal lovers?"

"Leave him alone," Brian said, holding Justin close. Justin subsided, yawning.

"Normal Timbalake crap is bad enough, but when he does it in bed, the miniature version, he's fucking nuts."

"It's cute. Leave him alone."

"Cute. He's cute. I'm not getting laid tonight."

"JC will come home. C'mere." They kissed over Justin's head. "Go to sleep."

Nick muttered, getting comfortable behind Justin. "I'm shaving him bald. Look at this."

Brian smoothed Justin's curls. "Ssshhh."

"I'm jacking off and I'm going to come all over his back."

"But I'm too tired to lick him clean," Brian said. Justin smiled and fell asleep.

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