Copyright January 22, 2002 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex
Pairing (so to speak): Nick Carter/Drew Lachey/Brian Littrell
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: For Tara.
Wherein Nick brushes his teeth, looks at Drew, and yells at Brian.
Notice: Mid-"Destiny."
-right here. Sleepy Drew, warm and mussed, wearing nothing but underwear and a morning erection. Nick had planned to go back and coax Drew out of sleep in a minute, but Drew was already up and out of bed. Stupid Drew. Nick would have to take him back to bed.
Drew was standing there. In the doorway. Just standing. Nick looked at him. Oh. Not just standing. Standing and staring. At Nick. At Nick's body.
Nick looked down at himself. Boxers, T-shirt. Nothing worth ogling. He looked at Drew again. Drew was still staring. The sleepiness in Drew's eyes was being edged out by desire.
Nick was drooling toothpaste. He spat in the sink and wiped at his mouth. Early morning Drewlust. This could be fun.
Footsteps. Brian was coming upstairs. He came to the bathroom doorway and stopped behind Drew. Directly behind Drew. Right up against Drew, from the look of it. He leaned in and whispered something in Drew's ear.
Nick tried to listen, but Brian's voice was very soft. What was he saying?
Brian's hand was coming forward, over Drew's hip, stroking Drew's hard-on through Drew's underwear.
Brian was seducing Drew!
He was still whispering. Quiet, intimate whispers, so soft even Drew had to pay close attention to hear. Nick could imagine how it felt, Brian's voice right in Drew's ear, Brian's breath grazing his skin, probably all romantic and poetic and ethereal. And Brian's hand stroking Drew's cock, at odds with the poetry but making it impossible to resist Brian.
Like it was possible to resist Brian.
Drew turned in Brian's arms, kissing Brian in mid-whisper. Drew was rubbing up against Brian, wanting more stimulation on his cock, trusting Brian to provide it for him.
No, no, Drew couldn't fuck Brian. Not fair! Nick was going to give Drew a blow job. Brian couldn't walk in and take Drew like this!
Brian was whispering again, so soft he was barely breathing the words, and Drew was enchanted. He took a step back, into the hall, and Drew moved with him without thinking. Brian raised a hand and touched Drew's face. Another step, and Drew followed.
"No! Bad Brian!"
Towards the bedroom.
"That's my Drew! Brian!"
In the bedroom, towards the bed.
"Brian! No! My Drew! Bad Brian!"
Brian sank onto the bed, and Drew went with him, hypnotized.
"Stop that pixie!"
Brian pulled off his shirt and Drew kissed him. Really kissed him. Damn. Nick walked closer to the bed, watching.
Nick's mouth was all ready for Drew's cock. He'd already anticipated it. The size of it, the heat, the taste. The shiny knob of a head, all smooth like silk against his lips. The thick length of it going down his throat.
But Drew was going to screw Brian.
Bad Brian. Seducing his Drew like that. Now he wouldn't get any.
Drew was going to fuck Brian.
Nick watched.
Drew was going to fuck Brian.
It looked really good.
Really, really good.
Nick wanted to fuck Brian, too.
Maybe he could.
He'd wait until Drew was finished. Take advantage of Brian in that vulnerable state right after orgasm. Slide on in there, right in where Drew had been. Fuck Brian. Make Brian come again. Let Drew watch. Let Drew watch, like he was watching right now.
Maybe he could fuck Brian but not make Brian come. And then suck Brian off. Brian's cock in his mouth.
He was going to come in his shorts.
Brian was panting and sweating and rocking, eyes closed, lips parted, and Nick could smell his semen when he came.
Okay. Brian was forgiven.
Good pixie. Nick wanted him. Hard. Now.