Adam
Copyright March 26, 2001
Rating: NC-17 for 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. 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 slashers.
Wherein they watch infomercials, they write songs, and they prevent forest fires.
Notice: This story is the sequel to "Wannabe."
And fuck to Mary, if Aaron swooned for Justin one more time, Nick was going to-
Brian sat beside him, close and familiar.
He slouched down some more, tossing his hair and resting his head on Brian's shoulder.
"I like this commercial."
"Thought you went to bed."
"What, without you?"
"You got what's-his-name."
"I have two of them," Brian said. "But it's no fun without you."
"I'm a barrel of laughs." He flipped channels some more. It was fun, sitting here in the dark alone watching infomercials. There was some light from the TV screen, so it wasn't pitch black. Probably not good for his eyes, according to legend, but it wasn't like he gave a shit.
Brian smelled like DeTesto's and JC's cologne. He was wearing only boxers and a T-shirt, but he was still the most comfortable thing Nick could think of.
Everybody liked Brian. And JC. And Justin. Such good boys, so nice, so talented, so handsome, so blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Nick was chopped liver. Chopped liver that they tasted, hated, and spat out again. Into the fucking sewer.
Brian's arm was around his waist now. "Come to bed."
"I'm not tired."
"We don't have to sleep."
"Go fuck Justin if you want some."
"This isn't about Justin."
"He sucks anyway."
Brian pressed a soft kiss to his hair. "I love you."
Good. About time somebody did.
"Is this Backstreet Boys only, or am I allowed to hug and love, too?" JC's voice asked.
"There's room for one more," Brian said.
JC took Nick's other side. He started petting Nick's hair. "Until everyone on the planet learns to appreciate you the way you deserve, we'll pick up the slack."
"Lot of slack," Nick said.
"We love you enough to make up for it," JC said. "More than enough. More than enough. More than - - that's a song. Brian, remember that."
"That one has some promise," Brian said.
"It'll win the Grammy for Song of the Year," JC said. "And I'll dedicate it to you." He was still petting Nick's hair. That felt good. JC had a thing for hair. That was probably why he liked Justin so much. Nick couldn't think of any other reason.
"More than enough," Brian said. "When times are tough."
"Rough," JC said.
"Stuff," Nick said. "Gruff. Scrooge McGruff."
"That's Scrooge McDuck," JC corrected.
"Then what's that crime-fighting dog in the trenchcoat?" Nick asked. "Somebody McGruff. Let's take a bite out of crime."
"Only you can prevent forest fires." Justin crawled over the back of the couch, managing not to kick everyone in the face, and dropped into JC's lap. "What'd I miss?"
"We're busy. Go prevent forest fires," Nick muttered, shifting closer to Brian.
"No, I said only you can prevent forest fires," Justin said. "I didn't say a thing about me."
"For once."
"You'd better go check the trees. I'll keep Brian and JC company while you're gone."
"What were you and Aaron talking about?"
"When?"
Nick scowled at the television and changed channels faster.
"Nothing," Justin said. "He's kind of cute."
Brian squeezed Nick's arm. It was a warning. He breathed carefully to control himself.
"He's a child," JC said.
"What, he's a cute kid," Justin said. "Can we turn on a light?"
"Afraid of the dark?" Nick asked.
"Fuck you," Justin said.
"You wish."
"Sit up a little," JC said, and pulled at Nick's arm. He sat up with reluctance, pushing himself away from Brian. "You, move over."
"Where?" Justin asked. "Oh, no. I'm not-" He made a surprised sound and ended up sprawled in Nick's lap. Nick, disgusted, tried to shove him off, but Justin hung on to avoid ending up on the floor.
There was a struggle, and in the end Nick found himself face-to-face with Justin, who was kneeling astride his lap. "Get off of me."
"But you're so comfortable, Carter. So soft and squishy."
"Justin," JC said, and his voice was even sharper than Nick's smack would have been.
"Sorry," Justin said. He did sound sorry. Nick still wanted to hit him. Maybe even more now.
"You can go back to bed," Nick said. "You need your sleep and Justin needs sex."
"We're comfortable here," Brian said. "Let's watch TV."
"Is anything better on?" JC asked.
"At four?" Brian asked.
"I thought it was later than that," JC said.
"Too dark to see your watch," Justin muttered.
"Stop moving," Nick said.
"I can't get comfortable."
"Get off of me."
"Just - - put your - - let me - - there," and Justin sank into his lap, getting cosy.
"How much do you weigh?" Nick demanded.
"You are comfortable," Justin said, and he sounded surprised. "I'm used to sitting on JC. He's all bones. Plus he's smaller than I am."
"Not where it counts," Nick said. "Get off of me. Get your hair out of my face."
Justin scrunched down and tucked his head by Nick's chin.
"Don't you dare fall asleep on me."
"I won't."
"Can't go to sleep without getting laid first, can you?"
"Nope." Justin yawned. "And I'm tired, so somebody better take care of that."
"I don't hear anyone volunteering."
"I can wait a little longer."
Silence. Peace, sort of. Nick changed channels. Justin rested in his lap. Brian got warm and familiar against his side. JC was doing something that made Justin give off contented noises.
"Your sister's nice," JC said.
"She wants Brian," Nick said.
"Me, too," Justin said against his chest.
"I can't believe they all came with us," Brian said.
Thank you!
"I can't believe they let them in," JC said.
"They let Justin in," Nick said.
"That's different," JC said.
Yeah. Still, Nick wouldn't have minded leaving Curly by the door. Justin was good in clubs, he had to admit. Danced like sex on silk. And dancing with him, up close and personal, with Justin sweating and grinding and-
-and Justin's hand was crawling into his lap. Rubbing, what the fuck, rubbing him through his pants. The little whoreslut.
"You okay?" Brian asked.
"Your boyfriend is grabbing my dick."
"He's your boyfriend, too," JC said.
"The fuck he is," Nick said. "Stop touching me!"
"You've had a bad day. Just trying to help," Justin said, but settled for touching his chest instead.
"Getting me off does not make it a good day. Especially if you're the one getting me off."
"When JC and Brian do me, I forget all about whatever's going wrong."
"They're good in bed. You're not."
"You don't have to be rude about it."
"You don't have to be a slut."
"Neither do you."
"I hate you."
"I hate you."
"You're a girl."
"You're a...a..."
Nick snorted. Pathetic. He might be a loser, but at least he knew how to bitchfight.
"Can we just go have sex?" Justin asked. "I'm tired and I want to get laid and go to sleep. I'll hate you in the morning."
Tired Justin meant sulky, wimpy Justin. He was three years old and whiny about it. "Then go to bed. Someone will go in and fuck you in a minute."
"Just do me now. You can fuck me on the coffee table. Wouldn't be the first time."
Shit. JC and Brian weren't supposed to know about that. Justin moved against him and, damn, Little JuJu was getting hard. In the darkness, Nick slipped his hand inside Justin's boxers. Justin gave it away by making a mewling sound and rubbing into his hand.
"The coffee table?" JC asked.
"When?" Brian asked.
"Last week," Nick said. "He was begging me for it."
"Was not," Justin said. "You started it." He gasped and clutched at Nick's shoulder.
"What did you do?" Brian asked.
"Fucked him," Nick said. "Cleared off the table, picked him up, put him down, fucked him. He was wrapped around me like a frigging vine, begging for more."
"I don't beg," Justin said. "Oh, god, Carter." His asshole was tight and dry around Nick's finger.
Justin didn't beg. The Titanic was unsinkable. "If I get you off will you go to sleep and stop bothering the fuck out of me?"
"Yes, yes." Justin was panting, his hips rocking, his breath hot against Nick's neck. "Yes, yes," and he moaned, a soft, rich sound. Justin's moans were sexy, Nick had to give him that.
"You want to take this one?" Nick asked JC.
"You go ahead," JC said.
"You?" he asked Brian.
"You're doing a good job," Brian said.
Damn it, why did he get the cuntwork? There wasn't enough room on the sofa. "Get up, we're going to the bed." He pulled his finger free and Justin whimpered. Slut. "Move your ass, Justin."
Justin breathed some more, clutching at him. "You aren't coming?"
"We want you two to have some time alone," JC said.
"It'll be a good bonding experience," Brian said.
"I don't want to bond with him," Nick said. "I just want to fuck his brains out."
"I'm going to hate you in the morning," Justin said.
"I already hate you," Nick said.
Justin finally got off of him, standing uncertainly. "Let's get this over with. I want to sleep."
"We'll come in when you're finished," JC said.
Nick led the way, since pansy-boy was afraid of the dark. It had been a good excuse for crawling into bed with JC for all of those years; Nick couldn't believe it was true.
In the bedroom, he turned on the bedside lamp and stripped. Justin got in bed, pushing aside the bedclothes. Naked, Justin looked even better than dressed, which was pretty damned good to begin with. Young and muscular and blond, strong and slender and damn it, he wasn't here to admire the kid like a piece of art, he was here to fuck.
He was going to fuck.
He got on top of Justin, who wrapped around him and rubbed against him and kissed him.
Kissed him.
They weren't lovers, damn it. He only kissed Brian and JC. He didn't want to kiss Justin. But Justin liked kissing, liked to sit around kissing forever. And all of that time spent kissing had paid off, because Justin kissed really well.
Maybe it was the mouth. Justin had a soft, pink mouth. A welcoming mouth.
A welcoming body. Justin's hand was on him again, working over his shaft, making sure that he was good and hard. He was hard. Justin was sexy and fuckable and moaning beneath him, those soft little moans, that hard little dick, that tight little hole. Nick wanted to fuck his way inside the golden boy.
He swatted away Justin's hand and spat in his own palm, reaching down and getting his cock wet. Then he opened Justin, who started making that kitten sound. Slut. He pushed his cock into Justin, feeling that muscle close around him, making Justin cry out and then groan his name. His first name. "Nick."
Justin's legs were over Nick's shoulders, his hand on his own cock, his eyes blue and dark as he stared at Nick. Nick thrust harder to make him close his eyes.
It didn't take long for either of them to come. For a quick, mindless lay, there was nothing like Justin. After Justin came, Nick came in him, feeling that rush and flare. Then he pulled out and wiped up a little and turned off the light.
Justin was getting snuggly. Shit. JC and Brian had better get in here soon and take Justin off of his hands.
"He asked me why we were friends."
"Who?" What?
Justin yawned and burrowed into Nick. "Aaron. He asked me why I'm friends with you."
"What'd you say?" Nick couldn't wait to hear this. Justin had been given the perfect opportunity to cut him up, and the perfect audience for it.
"Because you make the perfect enemy, but you're an even better friend."
Nick stared into the darkness.
Justin fell asleep.
JC and Brian came into the bedroom, sliding into the bed in the pre-dawn light. JC spooned up behind him, naked now, running a hand down over his ass. Brian leaned across Justin to kiss him, then settled in behind Justin.
Warm and tired and confused,
Nick held Justin close and drifted off to sleep.