Erin
Copyright November 19, 2000 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex; see the warning below
Pairing (so to speak): Kevin Richardson/Nick Carter/Brian Littrell
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise 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, the Savage Garden slashers, and David. It's also for Julilly, Becky, and Whitney, who liked the first one and told me so.
Wherein there is a threesome and incest, and more graphic sex just for David.
Notice: This story picks up where the other one ended.
No, no, that never happened.
What really happened was this:
Nick was pulling Brian towards the bed, and Brian was trying to move away, and Kevin wasn't sure what to do. Brian twisted his arm from Nick's grasp and said, "Nick, we can't."
"Sure we can." Nick pulled his shirt off over his head. "We're going to." He pushed his boxers down his legs and stepped free.
Brian stared at Nick's naked body. Kevin stared at Nick's naked body. Nick gave his cock a little tug and kissed Brian, who took a moment to recover and respond. Seemingly of their own volition, Brian's hands closed over Nick's ribcage, slowly sliding down to Nick's hips. One hand moved back and down, squeezing Nick's pale-pale pink ass, the other hand moving in for Nick's cock. While Nick moaned and pushed into Brian's hand, Kevin's jaw dropped at watching the flash and slide of one pink tongue to another.
"Come on," Nick murmured, keeping Brian involved in the kiss, moving against Brian's touch. He reached behind himself to the bed, crawling up and back on it, pulling Brian along with himself. Brian followed, drawing on his lower lip, climbing on top of him. Nick whispered Brian's name and pulled up Brian's shirt.
Kevin knew that he really should get out of there. But it was his room. He could just take Brian's keys from the floor and spend the night in Brian's room, giving the two of them some privacy. Yeah. Any minute now. Any second. He'd be on his way out the door as soon as he remembered how the fuck he was supposed to move. His body parts weren't working. He wasn't breathing, he was pretty sure that his heart had stopped, his eyes couldn't leave the bed, he couldn't close his mouth, and his cock was having a major celebration. Okay, so that one body part was in fine working order.
Brian's face was in Nick's neck, Nick arching, lashes fluttering. Brian was lying between Nick's spread thighs, an arm around Nick's waist pulling Nick up to his body. Nick was gasping almost coherently. Either Brian was a vampire or Nick's neck tasted really good. From experience, Kevin was inclined to believe the latter.
Nick's hands started working, tugging at Brian's T-shirt, until Brian sat up quickly, whipped it off, and returned to his former position, impatient with the distraction. It was a nice view. Brian had a good body. He looked so...fucking...wholesome.
Okay, except for what he was actually doing. Being half-naked on top of a naked sixteen-year-old boy wasn't exactly wholesome behavior. Especially with that boy trying to get a hand down his pants.
"Brian," Nick said. Brian made a growling sound. An actual growling sound. It vibrated in Kevin's balls. "Brian," Nick gasped, hips pumping twice in sharp succession. "Take these off."
Brian rolled them over, beneath Nick now, and wriggled out of his boxers, latching onto Nick's mouth again. Nick moaned, a deep, heartfelt moan, and they were skin to skin, chest to chest, cock to cock, pressing together, caressing each other, groping and panting and sharing the lewdest tongue-infested kiss Kevin had ever seen.
So much for Nick being innocent and Brian being wholesome. Damn.
They rolled over again, and Kevin winced. Brian had the roundest, cutest ass ever. Ever. Brian's muscles flexed and Kevin's cock jumped, leaving a stain of pre-cum in his boxers.
Nick pushed Brian's head down, and Brian's mouth skipped from Nick's mouth to Nick's right nipple. Not a dynamic that Kevin had expected, but maybe he should have. Nick was reaching a hand out, over Brian's head. "Come here," Nick mouthed.
Kevin realized that Nick was talking to him.
"Come here," Nick whispered. "Kevin. Damn it. Get over here."
Kevin approached the bed. Might as well. Nick might have something important to say, like, "Kevin, you're having an out-of-body experience," or, "Kevin, this is only a dream, so it's okay if you want to join us."
"Get on top of him."
Kevin knew that he was frowning. He could feel it. He would have said something to express his confusion, but he wasn't sure how to get his mouth to work properly.
"Come on," Nick said.
Get. On top. Of him. Him? Brian? Get on top of Brian? Get on top of Brian. Get on top of Brian.
Kevin grabbed his cock and creamed his shorts just to get it over with.
Nick stared in disbelief, then started laughing, but in another few seconds he was back to moaning, Brian's tongue on his pelvic bone. "Kevin. Come on," Nick managed to say. "Take off your clothes, at least."
Take off his clothes. At least. Yes, it was the least that he could do. When in Rome. Kevin stripped out of his T-shirt and boxers, wiping himself off briefly.
"God I want you," Nick breathed. Kevin wasn't sure whether Nick meant him, or Brian, or both. Probably both. Nick gasped and arched again, Brian's tongue on Nick's scrotum. "God, Brian, stop, Brian, Brian, stop it," Nick begged, and Brian stopped, sitting up looking half-dazed, noticing Kevin.
Kevin and Brian looked at each other. Right in the eyes, carefully not looking elsewhere.
"Kiss him," Nick said, sitting up with Brian.
Brian licked his lips. "What?"
"Okay. You kiss him."
"Me?" Kevin asked.
"No, the guy under the bed. Yes, you. Kiss Brian."
"No," Brian said.
"Come on."
"He said no," Kevin said, feeling at once terribly grateful and extremely hurt.
"Come on."
"No," Brian said.
"He said no," Kevin said again. Really, one "no" would have sufficed. No need to be insulting about it.
"You've got to learn Brian," Nick said. "I'm not into rape or coercion or anything, but no means yes."
"No means yes," Kevin repeated. That sounded like absolute rationalization nonsense.
"No means yes," Nick confirmed.
"What does yes mean?" Kevin asked.
"Yes means fuck yeah. Kiss Brian."
"No," Brian said, blue eyes wide, lips kiss-swollen.
"Kiss Brian."
"No."
Kevin leaned in.
"No."
Kevin pressed his lips to Brian's.
Brian made a shocked sound, then a quiet needy sound, and opened his mouth, curling one hand around Kevin's nape.
"You like that?" Nick's voice asked.
"Yes," Brian said. And to Kevin's ears, it sounded exactly like an inspired, "Fuck yeah," as Brian's tongue dove in for more. Brian didn't just kiss; Brian got involved. Lips, tongue, teeth, Brian was invested in this kiss, Brian licked and sucked and nipped until Kevin was feeling it in his balls, in his fingertips, in the arches of his feet.
"Guys?" Nick asked.
Kevin was too busy getting turned on to answer.
"Guys? I want to show Brian what you did to me."
What...what he'd done? What he'd...oh. That's right. That.
"Guys? Is that okay?"
"Yes," Brian said, riding Kevin down to the mattress, and Kevin felt Brian's thick erection throbbing against his own, and Brian's fingers were on his nipple, and Brian was licking the roof of his mouth, and Kevin was lying naked underneath Brian wondering why in hell he hadn't done this years ago.
Nick, taking his own advice, was getting on top of Brian. "Guys. Come on. Brian!" Nick pulled Brian back, and Brian looked up, bright-eyed and lust-dazed. Nick hauled Brian off of Kevin and down to the mattress.
Brian, on his back, looked up at Nick. "Yeah?" he asked, usually near-invisible accent seductively, unconsciously thicker. Kevin took this wonderful opportunity to look at Brian. Just to look. Especially right there, where Brian's pale, muscular thighs were parted, where he could see a thatch of coarse light brown hairs, where he could see Brian's fat round balls, where he could see drops of pre-cum trailing down Brian's thick, cut cock.
His tongue traced up that trail.
"Shit," Nick said.
Kevin licked and sucked, learning heated silk, feeling the twitching hardness, lapping up the bitter-salt pre-cum. Brian's cock was just long enough to make deep-throating the challenge it should be, and just thick enough to make his jaw ache. In other words: perfect. He kept one hand on Brian's cock, the other stroking in between Brian's thighs, feeling the shiver of Brian's muscles. When Brian came down his throat, he backed off just enough to catch it on his tongue, wanting to savor it before swallowing.
He was jerked back and shoved down and then Nick was on top of him licking jism from his mouth, and their tongues battled for it, vying for the taste. Nick was hard against his stomach, gripping his biceps, and he grabbed Nick and rolled them over, on top now. "What did you want me to do?"
"Help me show Brian what you did to me."
That's right. He remembered now. "How?"
Nick grinned. "Let me up." He did, sitting up, letting Nick rise. Brian was still lying there, legs splayed, gazing at the ceiling. "Brian?" Nick asked.
Kevin stared. Where had Nick gotten that boysex voice?
"Brian?" Nick repeated, coaxingly, climbing over Brian. "Brian, can we try something?"
"What?" Brian asked.
"Kevin wants to show me how to do something. Can I practice on you?"
"Yeah," Brian said.
"Thanks." Nick kissed Brian, a little more, then sat back again. "Okay. You got lube?" he asked Kevin.
"You're not," Kevin said.
"I am," Nick disagreed.
"You can't."
"He said I could."
"He doesn't know what you're asking."
"He'll figure it out. Get the lube."
"Nick."
"Hold on." Nick lifted a pillow and said, "Brian, pick up your butt for a second." Brian's hips lifted; Kevin's vision swam. Nick settled the pillow under Brian's hips and slid a hand up along Brian's inner thigh, spreading Brian's legs further. "Look." Kevin looked. "Closer." Kevin looked closer. Small dark hole, closed up tight. Nick's finger nudged it and it quivered; Brian made a small sound of surprise.
"He's way too tight," Kevin said.
"He's a virgin," Nick said, saying the words with great significance, looking straight into Kevin's eyes.
"I thought you..."
"Not even one finger."
"But he's...?"
"Oh yeah. I get his cock every day, every night. But he's still a virgin. Hasn't even touched himself."
"Then we can't."
"We're going to. I'm going to do it, and you're going to help me."
"I've only done it once. To you."
"You did a good job. Get the lube."
Seconds later, they were in position. Nick was half-crouched between Brian's spread thighs, Kevin sitting with Nick in his lap, Nick's back to his chest.
Nick wasn't in the slightest disturbed to have Kevin's erection at his ass.
Kevin poured lubricant over Nick's fingers. Then he drizzled a bit down into Brian's crotch. "More," Nick said.
"You're sure," Kevin said.
"Definitely," Nick said, eyeing Brian, voice leaving no doubt. Kevin gave him a little more lubricant, and he made his whole hand slick, from fingertips to wrist. He flexed his fingers and said, "I'm going in."
Brian resisted the first pressure. He frowned, pulling away from Nick's touch; then he tried to close his legs. "Use your thumb," Kevin advised softly, so Nick switched tactics and fingers, pushing his thumb against the clenched ring of muscle. Brian made an unhappy sound and Nick's thumb was in, Brian's ass closing tight around it.
"Now what?" Nick asked.
"Move your thumb around. Slowly, slowly," he cautioned. "Go in a little deeper, not too fast. You don't want to hurt him."
Nick pressed in. "He's so fucking tight."
"The lube should help. Try to stretch him. Good, like that. That's good."
"What about the...prostate?"
"Here. Try your first finger now."
Nick pulled his thumb free. Brian sighed. Nick looked at his finger for a moment, then poked it into Brian's body.
"Good. It won't be too deep. Just feel around for it. You'll know it when you find it."
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure."
Nick twisted his finger. Brian gasped. "Was that it?"
"I think so. Push at it some more." Nick obeyed, and Brian gasped again, then again. Brian's cock was twitching merrily. "That's it."
"That's all? Just try to open and stretch, and hit that spot a lot?"
"That's all."
"I can do this. He likes it. Look."
"I see."
"Brian?" Nick asked. Brian sighed lightly. Nick chuckled. "Kevin? Can I do two fingers?"
"Okay, but let's slow it down some. He's really tight."
"Was I this tight?"
"I don't think so."
"Is my hand smaller than yours?"
Kevin fitted their hands, palm to palm. "Yes."
"Good. You can try him later." Nick pulled his finger free and returned with two. "I could fuck Brian all day."
Yeah.
"He's not doing much," Nick said.
"He will. The more intense it gets, the more he'll respond."
They sat there in silence for a while, Nick's fingers moving in Brian's ass, Brian occasionally gasping or twitching, eyes closed. Then Nick said, "Time for three. You want to try it?"
"Is that okay?"
"Sure."
Kevin oiled his fingers. Nick's fingers slid out, and Kevin's slid in. It was a tight fit, Brian's muscles clamping down on him, spasming around him. It was the most exquisite sensation, hot and wet, living and resisting. He used a professional touch, triggering Brian's prostate on every stroke, massaging the muscle a tiny bit looser. Brian's gasps took on a whole new tenor by the time Kevin eased free.
Nick replaced Kevin's fingers with his own three, testing. "You think we can do this?"
"Brian?" Kevin asked.
Brian's cock drooled.
"Keep going," Kevin said.
"You know I'm in love with him," Nick said.
"I know."
"I think I'm in love with you, too. It's a whole different thing, a different kind of love, but god I'm so in love with him, and I'm in love with you."
"Okay," Kevin said, and rested his chin on Nick's bare shoulder. "I'm in love with you, too."
"And Brian?"
"And Brian."
"Good. Then we can do this again tomorrow night. And the night after that. And the next night, too."
"Okay."
"Wish me luck." Nick's pinky finger slid alongside the first three, the slender digit joining them inside Brian's passage. "Wow. This is serious. I'm never getting anything else in here. I think he's trying to cut off my circulation."
"Don't rush it."
"Rush it, we've been here for ten hours."
"We have not. Slowly. Slowly."
"Slowly, slowly," Nick muttered. "God I want to get my dick in here."
"Me too."
Nick chuckled. Brian's gasping had turned to panting, and there was sweat at his temples. His muscles were twitching seemingly at random, cock leaking pre-cum steadily. Nick's fingers eased in, ever so gradually, taking an abundance of time, until Nick's hand was up to the third knuckle.
"What do you think?" Nick asked.
"How's he feel?" Kevin asked.
"Tight."
"You want to try it?"
"Hell yes."
"Slowly. I mean it. You don't want to tear anything."
"Great. I'll injure him, we'll have to cancel a concert, and when the fans ask why, I'll just say-"
"Nick."
"Sorry."
"Slowly."
"Slowly," Nick agreed softly, and leaned back against Kevin. "This is going to be so fucking good, Brian. You just wait." Brian panted, lashes a thick fringe against his cheek.
Very slowly, Nick curled his thumb in and then straightened it, drawing his fingers into an impossibly tight cluster, and ever so slowly slid, slid, in. In. In. His thumb went in. He gasped and kept going. Kevin breathed a curse.
Brian's ass swallowed Nick's hand.
Past the third knuckle, past the widest part, the whole way up to the wrist.
"Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god what the fuck do I do now?" Nick asked, on the breathless edge of hysteria.
"I don't know, but make it good," Kevin said, a bit panicked himself.
"Brian?" Nick asked.
Brian smiled sweetly. "Yes," he said, and moved. Onto. Nick's. Hand.
"Fuck yeah," Nick said.
"Fuck yeah," Kevin repeated weakly. "Nick?"
"What," Nick asked, sounding distracted, understandably so.
"I think I'm going to come now."
"Me too."
Brian sighed.
Kevin came.
Brian's hips moved slightly.
Nick came.
Brian sighed.
Nick rotated his entire fist.
Brian came.