Three-way

Three-way, a "Slice of Life"

Rating: PG

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

Wherein Drew's foiling burglars, hitting Brian, and explaining light bulbs.

Notice: This idea's been bugging me for months. I finally had to write it.

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        "I can't find them!"

        "Behind the oatmeal!"

        "Why would they be behind the-"

        "Never send a boy to do a man's job," Drew said to himself.

        "I heard that!" Nick shouted back from the kitchen.

        "Why are we shouting all over the house?" Brian yelled in Drew's ear. Startled, Drew jumped, then turned and hit Brian.

        "Don't do that!"

        "How many boy band members does it take to change a light bulb?" Brian asked, grinning.

        "At least three, so far," Drew said. "We may have to call for reinforcements. Nick! Did you find them?"

        "Why are we hiding light bulbs behind the oatmeal?" Nick's voice asked.

        "It's the last place the thieves will look," Drew called back.

        "Then from now on, that's where I'm storing the two of you, too," Nick said. "What kind do you - - wow!"

        "What?" Drew asked.

        "What?" Brian asked Drew. Drew shrugged. They waited for more.

        "Holy shit," Nick said, sounding awed.

        "I'm afraid to ask," Drew said to Brian.

        "I'm afraid not to ask," Brian said.

        "Drew! Drew! Brian! Brian!" Nick ran into the living room and tackled Drew, landing across the sofa. "Look what I found!"

        "What?" Brian asked, climbing onto his back to see what he'd dropped on Drew's chest.

        "Light bulbs," Drew said. "Good for you, Nick."

        "Three-way light bulbs! Look! It says so right on them! They made light bulbs just for us!"

        "Three-way light - - no, Nick," Drew said. "That's not what it means."

        "We have to use these," Nick said. "In every light in the house."

        "That's not, Nick, it's... They're supposed to be for lamps like the one in the den. The ones with three settings."

        "Three-way light bulbs," Nick said. "Who knew? Light bulbs do threesomes, too. Light bulbs made just for us. I'm putting these in every lamp we have."

        "Did you listen to a word I just said?" Drew asked.

        "I don't listen when you talk," Nick said. "I just look to see if your dimples show up."

        Drew sighed and closed his eyes. "Brian, you talk to him."

        "Brian, we have kinky light bulbs," Nick said. "Come help me put them in."

        "Put them in where?" Brian asked.

        Drew opened his eyes again.

        "They are kinky light bulbs," Nick said thoughtfully. "Maybe we can put them in-"

        "Don't finish that sentence," Drew said.

        Nick chuckled and kissed Drew's forehead. "Thank you for buying kinky light bulbs for us."

        Drew gave in. "You're welcome. Want me to help you put them in?"

        Nick grinned. "Oh, yeah."

        "Nick, no!"

        Brian laughed.

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