Together Part Four

Together, seventh in "Living"

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, and 98 Degrees 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. Five of the sex scenes are for Diamond, who asked for them.

Notice: There are six stories that come before this one. Read those first. I'll wait. Also, thanks to Diamond, who played sex therapist for Part Four.

Warning: "Together" includes depictions of, discussion of, and references to, consensual incest.

Together we have seen -"The Answer to Our Life"

"Together" Part Four:
I got a little place nearby, wanna go? -"The Call"

I'm getting the feeling -"Not for Me"

JC was back.

He'd spent the last few concerts focused primarily on Justin, distracted from the performance itself. Justin was healing now, and JC's attention was back on the stage, the crowd, the music, the rhythm, the screaming, the love, the performance.

When JC was onstage, he was on. His energy levels kicked up to their extremes, leaving him an uncontainable force. He lived for the crowds, the cameras, the audience. He was excited, enthusiastic, completely and totally pumped, the music vibrating in his veins.

That night, Justin watched JC race around like a ping-pong ball in an arcade game, in constant motion, thrusting and grinding, running and jumping, exciting the crowd, licking the stage.

Justin knew what was coming. He felt it.

After the show, the five of them bounced around the bus. They were on a post-show high, pumped with adrenaline, exhausted but unable to sleep.

"You didn't see that?"

"I couldn't believe-"

"How could you not see that?"

"It was insane-"

"There was this girl! She had long dark hair, she was wearing this red top."

"They were so loud!"

"You didn't see her? She was right up front."

"They're always - - what are you talking about, loud?"

"Maybe two, three rows back. Long dark hair, red top. We started 'Bye Bye Bye' and she just, I swear, how did you not see that?"

"They didn't seem extra loud?"

"She flashed us."

"Extra loud? The only thing louder than an *NSYNC concert is a rocket blasting off. Maybe."

"Are you even listening to me? That girl flashed us!"

"Chris! We heard you! Nobody saw it except you, man. There was no girl, there was no long dark hair, there was no red shirt, there was no lifting of the shirt to show off her fine chest. You were hallucinating."

"How did you not see that?"

"She didn't exist!"

"You need to get laid."

"Yeah, well, so do you," Chris muttered.

Justin looked up and met JC's eyes. The familiar blue was dark with want. His stomach flipped. The air left Justin's lungs; electricity crackled up his spine; the muscles in his ass contracted greedily. "I'll go, um, take care of that," Justin said absently to Chris, and moved towards the bunks.

"Oh, no," Lance said.

"Great," Chris muttered.

"Earplugs?" Joey offered.

Justin closed his eyes and waited. He could feel it pouring from JC: the heat, the lust, the pent-up energy. When it hit him, it would take over his body, whipping through him like a hurricane, devastating and unstoppable, fated, uncontrollable.

JC was behind him now, right there, barely holding it in. JC's breaths were ragged, and Justin could almost see JC's hands twitching to grab him.

Justin was jerked around quickly and pushed up against the wall of bunks. He didn't even have a chance to breathe before JC got a proprietary grip on his butt, JC's other hand roughly tugging off his bandanna, JC's mouth on his neck. JC's hard cock thrust against his hip.

He'd been waiting for this. Ever since they'd stepped onstage tonight, he'd been waiting for it, bracing himself for it.

Performing did this to JC, flooded him with adrenaline, made him hard and hungry, filled him with energy, sexual energy. He needed to release it. He released it into Justin.

Chris had been right. JC got hard onstage. He took it out on Justin. It was as simple as that.

Simple. Hot. Passionate.

JC was feeding on Justin's neck, humping his thigh, grunting hungrily against his skin. JC's mouth was greedy, with a dangerous tongue and sharp teeth and fierce suction. JC's hips rocked harshly, creating a punishing friction that left Justin ready to beg for more. It had been too long; Justin needed this now, now. He tried to lower himself down onto his bunk, which was difficult since JC wouldn't let go of him.

Then he was there, in that close dark place, with JC climbing on top of him and hard against him and kissing him hard and fast, tongue-fucking his mouth and chewing on his lower lip and barely giving him a chance to breathe.

With some wriggling and some twisting, they got out of their clothes. JC's mouth was devouring Justin's, his fingers twisting deep inside Justin's body. JC wasn't a careless lover under any circumstances, but when he was in this mood, foreplay was not his first priority.

Justin wanted JC, wanted JC inside of him, had been waiting too long. He'd watched JC tonight, seen JC on fire playing it for the crowd, working it for the cameras, getting it on with the stage. JC sweating and singing and - oh oh oh oh oh JC!

Justin groaned and twisted and gasped. Too much too soon, he couldn't, oh, god, yes... He panted, trying to thrust his hips up to JC's, feeling JC's cock go deep.

It was fast, hard and fast, JC pumping into him, hips snapping, eyes dark, muscles working. JC's cock was hard and full, and Justin could feel every swollen inch of it plunging into his body. Justin begged shamelessly, panting and rocking, hands clawing down JC's back trying to get closer, more, more, more, oh, please, god, JC, so close, so close, so-

-oh-

-and he came, writhing and shuddering, choking on a scream. JC kept pounding into him, faster, harder, merciless. He was begging again, clutching and clawing, feeling nothing but that hardness slamming deep inside and flaring pleasure so intense it overwhelmed all other sensation.

When it was like this, JC didn't coax his pleas. Justin couldn't shut up, but JC was too intent on fucking into him to speak.

He didn't care what JC said. He didn't care what JC thought. This was fucking. JC was fucking him. It was pure and it was good and it was hard and it was fast and it was rough and it was going to kill him.

JC's harsh breaths filled his ears. Every fourth thrust was harder and punctuated with a quick grunt. Justin started bracing himself for those, trying to relax and take the force of JC's thrusts. JC was in motion, making each blow a full-body experience, muscles flexing.

JC pulled out and flipped him over and pushed in again. Justin panted, shuddering, his face buried in the pillow, knees up beneath him.

He'd ripped a pillowcase once when JC did this to him. He couldn't take it in this position, and JC knew that. When he couldn't look at JC, when JC was behind him, he got lost in his own world. He needed to know that if he opened his eyes, JC would be there, his anchor. Without that, Justin was alone in the vast sea of sensation. Rough panting in his ears, heat and sweat at his back, that deep, driving cock slamming into him. That was all he had, all he knew.

He was sore and aching and hyperventilating; there was too much pleasure and too much stimulation and too much intensity. Sweat dripped onto the pillow as his grip tested the durability of the sheets. JC thrust into him steadily, sending a constant shock of pleasure through his system. He couldn't take any more, it was too good, it was too much, there was too much, oh, god, it was going to last forever...

He came in a hot rush.

JC pulled free and rolled him over before the tremors of his orgasm had died, turning him onto his back again and spreading his legs wide and diving in, slamming home, pumping into him, popping his pleasure center, one, two, three, and JC came, mouth open, eyes closed, every muscle taut, jetting inside him.

Justin was still trembling when JC's cock left his body.

JC was heavy and shaking on top of him, burning and slick with sweat. JC's breath came quick and hot against his neck. Justin blinked a few times and stared at the bunk above them, waiting to calm down a little.

"Justin." JC's voice was low and shaking.

"What is it?"

"I was feeling it tonight."

"I know."

"And I looked over and you...sweating and thrusting..."

Justin could feel every rapid breath. "JC?"

"I need to get in you."

Oh, god. JC. Justin's stomach twisted with dark wanting. But no, no, he couldn't take any more.

"The way you...move..." JC's hips rocked slightly against Justin. He was hard, and he was shaking with barely-contained hunger, every muscle tense from the strain of holding back the energy.

As always, that energy transferred itself to Justin. He was exhausted and sore, from sex and the show and his continuing recovery from the fall. His ribs hurt and his muscles were protesting and his skin ached.

But JC was hard. And Justin's body, despite itself, was moving against that hardness, wondering at it, wanting it.

JC raised his head, raised his upper body, looking down at Justin. His eyes fell on Justin's lips, and Justin could just imagine what JC saw there - - soft red mouth bruised from his earlier kisses, red and swollen and waiting for more.

Justin couldn't say no. JC wanted him, and he wanted that. He could feel JC wanting him, could feel it in the hardness of JC's naked cock against his hip, could feel it in the hunger of JC's gaze, could feel it in the heat of JC's body, could feel it pouring off of JC and sliding over his body. JC wanted him. JC could have him.

JC's hand closed over Justin's hip. He was ready. He was waiting for a sign.

"JC," Justin whispered, meeting JC's eyes, compassionate, needy, forgiving, asking. Asking JC to take him. Asking JC to give it to him again, one more time.

A dying gasp of sanity flickered in JC's eyes, and Justin read a silent, "Forgive me." Then need overtook JC, overtook them both, and it began again.

One harsh burn and JC was in deep, burying himself in Justin's heat. That had to feel good, that must feel good. He was already open from last time, already wet with lube and JC's cum. What did that feel like? How did that feel around JC's aching cock?

JC was on the move immediately, in and out, thrusting and driving, absolutely merciless. He took all of that sexual energy, all of that post-show high, everything he'd had in his performance, and let it out on Justin, in Justin.

Fingers of his left hand digging into JC's shoulder, Justin moaned, feeling his body twist and burn as JC pounded into him. Every thrust slammed into his prostate, forcing ecstasy through his veins, through every last nerve. His right hand reached overhead, needing something for support, and closed around a strip of wood from the top bunk's frame.

He was begging, and he could hear it, his needy voice, those throaty sounds, the pleas. He was begging JC for something, but what? He wanted JC to continue forever, to thrust into him again, and again, and again, harder, faster, more, more, oh, god, yes. But he couldn't take much more, couldn't take any more. It was too much, too much, he couldn't take it, his body ached from the pleasure, from the use.

JC could use him for anything, take anything out on him, and he'd accept it, he'd want it, it was good, too good, it owned him, JC owned him, his body, his pleasure, JC ruled it, gave it to him.

His nails raked over JC's back. His hips bucked sharply. Hot, white spurts pulsed from his swollen cock. Justin slammed his hips against JC's, driving JC's cock as deep as it could go, and screamed at the force of his pleasure.

JC kept fucking him. He could see it even without focusing his eyes. The sweat dripping down JC's face, the burning energy in JC's eyes. JC in this state was a man possessed. And Justin was possessed by JC.

Lost in ecstasy overload, Justin wept, his body charged and begging for more, his mind swept by the power of JC's sex.

...he heard himself scream again...

...a rush of color, sensation, energy, sex...

...JC...

...light...

Justin wakened some time later. He was clean and half-dressed. Leave it to JC to fuck him beyond senseless and then put him back together again. The man was unbelievable. He rested his chin on JC's shoulder and took inventory. Yeah, he'd be hurting tomorrow. Damn.

He ran his hand comfortingly over JC's bicep, thinking. Then he frowned and blinked and looked up in the darkness.

God damn it. He'd broken the bedframe.

I know that I, I can't believe
-"Time"

Jeff blinked sleepily and yawned.

"Good morning," Nick said.

Jeff rubbed the back of his neck and looked around the bus. Nick rubbed his neck for him, and he stretched his arms a bit. "Where are we?"

"Somewhere in Europe, I think," Drew said.

"Oh, you're awake," Justin said. "You look so cute when you're sleeping. It makes me want to pinch your cheeks."

"Try it," Jeff said. Nick made a nice pillow, he had to admit. "What are you reading?"

"Jive in-house propaganda," Justin said. "They're telling us about all of the people working the different tours. I'm on the Backstreet Boys now. Want to hear who's taking care of your sweethearts for you?" he asked Drew.

"As long as they have bulletproof bodyguards, I'm happy," Drew said.

Nick's hand ran down Jeff's back. Jeff leaned against him again reassuringly.

"Hey, look at her," Justin said. Then he looked at his audience. "Okay, you're not interested," he told Drew and Jeff. He leaned over and showed the page to Nick. "Think I have a chance?"

"Wow, that is one beautiful woman," Jeff said. "What? I can appreciate feminine beauty."

"Kelly Donovan," Nick read.

"Pyrobitch," Drew said suddenly.

Everyone stared. Blinked. "Drew?"

"Pyrobitch," Drew said, and grabbed the book from Justin's hands. "I don't believe it. I don't believe it. I - - oh, oh no. Oh, no, Nick. This is why he's - - where's my phone?"

"Drew! What?" Nick asked. "What's wrong? Who is she?"

"She used to be their special effects coordinator. She designed the pyrotechnics and everything."

"And you don't like her?" Jeff guessed.

"Nick calls her Pyrobitch. She's the one...when Brian dumped him."

"Oh," Nick said in a small voice.

"Did I say she's beautiful?" Jeff asked. "What do I know, I'm gay. She's probably a dog. Don't listen to me."

"I don't know why she's back with them," Drew said. "No wonder Nick's upset."

"Have you met her?" Nick asked.

"No. I only know her name because Nick mentioned her once. Only once, but...it stuck with me."

"Brian left Nick for her?" Justin asked. He looked at the picture. "No. I don't care what she looks like. Nick's beautiful."

Drew squeezed Justin's arm. "You can be an honorary bisexual if you want."

"Thanks. You never know when that sort of thing might come in handy."

"I'm sure Nick hates her," Nick said, "but it shouldn't matter anymore. Doesn't he trust Brian?"

"He trusts Brian," Drew said. "He wants to trust Brian. He just doesn't believe in himself."

"Look at it this way," Jeff said to Nick. "If you had all of that love and attention from that wonderful man, who's beautiful and sexy and talented and probably perfect when you get right down to it, would you feel worthy?"

Nick smiled. "No. I'd just thank God and try to be a good person to deserve him." He kissed Jeff.

"Aw," Justin and Drew sighed.

Jeff waved them away and slipped Nick some tongue.

"All right, not on the bus. Not on the bus!" Justin said.

"Horny children," Drew muttered. He looked at the profile of Kelly Donovan again. "She is...beautiful," he admitted, wanting to be fair. "But Brian wouldn't... I mean, last time was different. He didn't choose her over Nick. He chose to leave Nick, and she was there. He was denying Nick and denying himself. It wasn't about her."

"I'm sure he knows how Nick feels about her," Justin said. "He wouldn't do anything to make Nick feel threatened."

"I'd better talk to him," Drew said. "Something's upsetting Nick, and this seems like the most likely thing. Would you two get a room?"

"Come on, let's give them some privacy," Justin said. "If I can't get sex, at least someone around here should."

"I don't think that getting sex is a problem for them," Drew said. "Respecting others who have to share their space, though, that seems to be a problem."

"Would you be quiet and let me make out with Jeff?" Nick demanded.

Drew saw the wet redness of Nick's lips, the slight disarray of Nick's hair from Jeff's fingers, the heat in his cheeks, the want in his eyes, the available pose of his endlessly desirable body, the bulge of his cock between his thighs.

Drew made a quick sound and hurried to the front of the bus.

"Excuse us," Justin said, and followed Drew.

Nick lowered Jeff to his back and kissed his mouth, tasting Jeff's tongue one more time. Jeff relaxed, letting Nick end their kiss, letting Nick's hand rest just inside his shirt, warming his skin.

Nick rested his head on Jeff's chest and closed his eyes.

Jeff accepted Nick's weight, running his fingers idly through Nick's hair, letting his mind drift. His heartbeat lulled Nick to sleep.

Justin would not let a little pain get in his way.

So every cell in his body protested his every breath. So what? He had things to do, places to be. Appearances, rehearsals, performances. Nothing was going to keep him from getting the job done.

He didn't need to cancel another show. He didn't need to take a break. He didn't need JC looking swamped with guilt every time he turned around.

Guilty for screwing up his brain. Guilty for his fall, like that was JC's fault or something. Guilty for fucking him last night. Yeah, a marathon session of rough sex hadn't been the best idea. But they both knew that if he'd said no, JC wouldn't have done it. He hadn't said no. It took two to screw.

Oh, but Justin had a plan. As long as JC was going to feel guilty and avoid him, he was going to use that to his advantage.

AJ tapped Nick's chin. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Nick said.

AJ looked into his eyes and saw nothing there. "Nick. What's going on here? Talk to a brother."

"You're not black and we're not related."

"We're family, and don't ever say we're not. Don't give me shit because you're pissed at Brian. What's going on?"

"If I were single, and Lance weren't around, would you fuck me?"

"Sure." AJ's knuckles skimmed Nick's cheek. "But that'll never happen. You'll never be single. You have Brian and Drew. You'll never hurt for loving."

He did hurt. He was hurt. It hurt all the way through.

"We'll be in Kendig soon," AJ said. "Then you can see your boy. He'll take care of you."

Drew always made everything better. Nick ached for that. Pretty hazel eyes and a gentle touch and a voice that lived in his dreams. Drew's sweet maturity, even the abrupt bouts of candid irreverence, always soothed, always understood, always put Nick's world back into perspective.

Nick missed Drew.

Nick missed Brian.

Drew was in France. In Paris, tomorrow. In that capital of romance. With Jeff and Nick.

Nick Timmons-Lachey's appearance would be greatly improved if Nick broke his nose and blackened both eyes and knocked out a few teeth. Maybe he could pull off an ear or two, too.

One hard, clean punch to split that ridiculous lower lip.

And Jeff was a midget. Nick could take him.

Drew would be upset.

Fuck Drew.

Fuck Drew. Fuck Brian.

Nick didn't need them.

He didn't need anybody.

Chris should be sleeping. Resting. Not sitting here thinking about Howie.

Thinking about making love with Howie.

Howie wasn't a large person, but he had a great body. All tight and developed. Smooth, hard chest, tight abs. Maybe it was because he'd always been with women before, but Chris liked Howie's nipples, liked to suck on them. Howie liked it, too, so it worked out pretty well for both of them.

He'd suck on a nipple. Rub it with his tongue. And Howie would make that slow, pleased noise. Sort of a soft moan, sort of a satisfied sigh. And Howie's cock would get a little harder. That was always a good thing.

He'd get lube on his finger and get ready. Then he'd do a slow, even push, his finger sliding carefully inside Howie. One small, nervous laugh would sink into a moan, and Howie's breath would catch when he hit that spot. Howie's ass was tight, and it would close around his finger, and he would want, every time, every single time, to get his cock in there immediately, to thrust inside Howie and feel those muscles hot and clenching around his erection. But he always had to wait. It was a good exercise in self-control.

Self-control. Chris had self-control. He could be on tour and miss Howie and keep his cock in his pants.

And Howie was out there screwing AJ and who knew who else.

AJ knew, now. Had experienced Howie for himself. The pretty nipples and the sleek body and the tight ass and the quick laugh and everything else. They weren't Chris's alone anymore. They were community property now.

Nothing was sacred.

Justin put his hand at the base of JC's throat and made JC look at him. "Let me lay it on the line for you. I'm fucked up. Permanently. That's your fault. I'm dealing with it. I fell. I'm recovering. That's not your fault. I'm getting better. You screwed me. Hard. I wanted you to. It was incredible. Got all that?"

JC tried to move away from him.

"I didn't give you permission to go," Justin said. "Now. You're going to do something for me. In exchange, I won't try to get sex until we get to Kendig. When we get to Kendig, you're going back in the saddle. Got it?"

"J-"

"Got it?"

"Justin."

"Got it?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"We're doing it tomorrow night. You'll see."

Drew stepped into the bathroom and saw Nick. "Hi."

Nick jumped. He looked disoriented. "Drew."

Drew frowned and came forward. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Nick's expression was a combination of guilt and ill-concealed terror.

"What happened?" He rested a hand on Nick's forearm. "Nick?"

Nick sounded confused and panicked. "She's here. She's back."

"Who?"

"I saw her. I saw her in the hallway."

"Who? Nick, what's wrong?"

"Pyrobitch," Nick said, and his eyes brightened with intensity. "She's back."

Drew was worried. Nick had gone off the deep end. "Nick, who is she?"

Nick swallowed. It was clear that the name was inestimably loathed. "Kelly Donovan."

The name meant nothing to Drew.

"Brian left me."

Oh.

"For her."

Oh. Oh, Nick. "No, Nick, he-"

"She was on tour with us and she was in charge of the special effects and she's good at causing explosions, you know, setting off fireworks. She set off some fireworks with Brian."

"Nick-"

"He was mine and he was supposed to stay mine but then he was hers and I wanted to die."

"Nick."

Nick's arm twisted in Drew's grasp, and he clutched Drew's hand. Hard. "Don't tell him. Don't tell him I said anything. Don't tell him."

"Nick-"

"You can't say anything. Promise me."

"Nick, I-"

"Promise me you won't tell."

Drew couldn't keep secrets from Brian. Not from Brian. He couldn't do that. But Nick's eyes were intense and Nick's voice hurt with unknown pain and Drew was hurting for Nick. Hurting for Nick's pain. "All right. I won't say anything. I promise." Nick's fingers dug into his skin. He couldn't look away from those blue eyes, the terror that lay behind them. "I promise."

He'd chosen to keep a secret from his husband rather than betray Nick. He'd agreed to hide Nick's pain.

He'd promised.

Oh, Nick...

Wherever you go, whatever you do
Baby, I'll be there
-"Yes I Will"

Justin knotted his bandanna. "You ready?"

JC slipped on his sunglasses. "Justin, where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"I'm not going anywhere until I know."

"You're coming now," Justin said, dragging him into the hallway.

"Where are we going?" JC asked their bodyguards.

"We're not allowed to say."

"Justin-"

"JC, we put each other through hell. This will be nothing. Let's go."

"Was that supposed to be comforting?"

"Paris. The city of love."

"Come over here and love me."

Nick laughed. "Subtle, Jeff. Very nice."

"What can I say? I'm an incurable romantic."

"You're an incurable something," Nick agreed. "C'mere."

"I am not at your beck and call."

"Since when?"

"Since you're at mine."

"Oh, I am?"

"Oh, you are."

"I don't know where you got this idea that you lead me around by the nose."

"I lead you around by the balls."

"Potty mouth."

Jeff laughed. "Come here."

"You come over here."

"Don't make me go for the 'I said it first' argument."

"Don't make me go for the 'I said it second' argument."

"Nick."

"Jeff."

"You fight like a four-year-old."

"You don't know how to fight."

"At least I don't act like a four-year-old."

"At least I don't look like one."

"Have you looked at who you're talking to?"

"Not much to see, is there?"

Jeff rolled from the bed and got to his feet. "Excuse me?"

"I said, 'Not much to see, is there?'"

"You look at me and say that again," Jeff ordered.

"Look at what?"

Jeff took one step forward, then froze. "You...little... Oh, no. I'm not falling for that. I march over there, and you win. Nice try."

"Jeff, come on. Just come here for a second."

"Why? What's over there?"

"Come and see."

"You'd better make it worth my time, Lachey."

"Timmons-Lachey."

Jeff couldn't refuse after that. He walked over and stood beside Nick. "Wow. Nice view."

"I know," Nick said. He put an arm around Jeff's waist. "Jeff."

"Mmm."

"I love you."

"Good." Jeff rested against his side, looking over the city.

"Jeff."

"Mmm."

"You see the Eiffel Tower?"

"Hard to miss."

"I want to take you up there and make love to you."

"I hate heights."

"I want to do it anyway."

"You're not going to."

"It would be incredible."

"I'm afraid of heights. I'm not going near that place. I'm only near this window because you're here. Why did you have to ask for a room on the top floor?"

"It has a great view."

"One false move and we could smash through that glass and plummet to our deaths, our bodies hurling-"

"Jeff!"

"What?"

"No Eiffel Tower. Where can we have sex?"

"How about the bed?"

"Okay. But I'm on top."

"Take me like the man that you are," Jeff said.

"You could at least not laugh while you say it."

"Oh, I forgot."

"What?"

"I love you, too." Jeff kissed him and headed for the bed. "Come on."

Behind the curtain, JC was spread on his stomach over a padded table. His body was draped with a sheet. Justin was crouched before him, stroking his hair, saying soft, sweet things. The sheet exposed the curve of his right buttock. A man was seated at his side, wielding a needle.

"I wish I could do that thing you do," Jeff said.

Nick kissed Jeff's bicep and said, "What? Make love like I was born to do it?"

"No. Sorry. I mean go to that place. Slip into that zone."

Nick turned red. "Oh. Wait, what? You wish you could do that?"

"Yeah. It must be amazing."

"You can."

"No, I can't."

"Why not?"

"I think it's a Lachey thing."

"Everybody has one."

Jeff smirked. "Can I have your Lachey thing?" he asked, reaching for it.

"You filthy pervert, I meant that everybody has a zone," Nick said, pushing away Jeff's hand.

"And how would you know that?"

"I'll prove it. Here, relax."

"I'm relaxed."

"Then relax more. Calm down, I won't hurt you. Close your eyes. Close your eyes. Relax. Good. Breathe." Nick put one hand on Jeff's pelvis.

Jeff relaxed. Closed his eyes. Breathed. Felt Nick's hand. It seared his flesh. He felt heat from each finger, felt the gentle pressure of Nick's palm reverberating in his body. He focused on that sensation, that hand resting on his skin.

A slow exhalation across his collarbone. Gentle, wet heat on his nipple. Nick lapped and sucked tenderly.

"I want you to feel good." Whispered against his skin. "I want you to feel good."

He did.

"You're warm."

He was. Warm all over. Hot where Nick's hand was. On fire where he felt Nick's mouth against his skin.

"You're sinking into the mattress."

He was. Sinking down, warm and cosy...relaxed...

"Everything feels good."

Did it ever.

"You're drifting away with the pleasure."

"Are you hypnotizing me?"

"Jeff!"

"What?" He opened his eyes.

"You ruined it!"

"I did not."

"You did!"

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. I was trying to put you in the zone, and you're afraid to do it."

"I'm not afraid."

"Coward."

"I think it's a Lachey thing. Only you and Drew can do it."

"Anybody can do it. You're just afraid to try. Too bad. You're missing something great."

"What's it like?"

"Sorry. Trade secret. Can't tell you."

"You can tell me."

"No. Sorry." Nick settled on his back.

Jeff crawled on top of him. "Can you do it to yourself?"

"Zone myself? No. You can't do it on purpose. I 've never consciously told myself to do it. I don't even know I've done it until I come out of it."

"I want to put Drew in the zone."

"I bet it's easy."

"I want to put him in the zone and put you in the zone and put you together."

Nick turned red.

"Too bad we can't now."

"Jeff, what am I like when I'm in the zone?"

Since Nick was embarrassed to be asking, Jeff didn't tease him. "Very sexy. Very hot. You're sort of a slut, too."

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are. You're like Sexual Pleasure Boy Nick. It's great."

"I'm never doing it again."

"Come on. You love it. I love it. It turns me on. And you're really easy when you're in the zone."

"I'm never doing it again."

"I can do it to you. You can't stop me."

"Jeff..."

"Nick..."

Nick groaned. "I don't want to be a mindless slut."

"But you're a sexy mindless slut." Jeff found himself flat on his back, looking up into blue eyes. "Oh, come on, you know what I mean. Nick. Nick, let me up."

"Say you're sorry."

"For saying you're sexy?"

"For calling me a mindless slut."

"I didn't mean it."

"Then say you're sorry."

"Come on, you know I - - hey! Hey! Don't even think about it! You damage the equipment, you can't play with it anymore."

"Then say you're sorry."

"Nick, don't you dare. Nick! Nicholas Scott! Don't you-"

"Say you're sorry."

Jeff thought fast. "You can zone me."

"What?"

"You can put me in the zone. If you want."

Nick thought about it.

Jeff waited.

Nick smiled. "Okay."

Justin stroked JC's cheekbones with gentle fingers. "It's over, baby."

JC breathed. "Get me out of here."

"We can go now."

"We're never doing this again."

"Okay."

"You're never getting another tattoo."

"JC-"

"You're not. You are not going through that."

"JC, I've done it before. It's okay."

"We're leaving now."

"Thank you for doing this for me."

"I'll do anything for you."

"I know."

JC gently removed Justin's touch. "Let's go."

Nick couldn't believe his luck.

It was like Jeff had never done any of this before. He kept touching Nick with erotic curiosity, as though Nick's body were all new to him. He kept saying Nick's name as though merely enjoying the sound of it, the feel of it in his mouth, and what it meant to him.

Jeff couldn't stop kissing Nick. Jeff would kiss Nick, then stroke his shoulders, then kiss him, then touch his nipples, then kiss him, then lick his biceps, then kiss him, then squeeze his thighs, then kiss him, then explore his chest, then kiss him...

And the kisses. Nick was familiar with Jeff's kisses by now. He was used to their dominating style, the way Jeff opened him and possessed him. But these kisses... Sometimes they were slow, almost languid, as though Jeff had all of the time in the world to learn Nick's mouth. Sometimes they consisted primarily of Jeff trying to induce orgasm simply by making love to Nick's tongue. Sometimes Jeff skipped the tongue-fest and paid attention to Nick's lips, sucking, nibbling, moaning softly, little moans of fuck-me pleasure, little moans of eager curiosity. Sometimes Jeff invited Nick to do all of the work, accepting Nick's kiss with pleased passivity.

That was unlike Jeff, and this new opportunity for Nick was a great turn-on. He rarely, if ever, got a chance to establish dominance. They'd accepted early on that their sex life would consist largely of a power struggle, with each victory merely temporary. But now, Nick could rule Jeff's mouth the way Jeff always tried to rule his, and it was exciting to stake his claim on this indomitable man.

Nick decided to test his boundaries. He rolled them over, planting Jeff firmly on the bottom.

Jeff made a warm sound and kissed Nick, thighs spreading, knees bending. Jeff wrapped himself around Nick and sucked on Nick's tongue.

Wow. Okay. Damn. Nick wasn't sure where to start, besides the obvious.

"Nick," Jeff said, and moved in for another kiss.

Lube. There. Good. All right. Nick got his hand between their bodies. He couldn't resist a quick, blood-heating grope of Jeff's cock. Jeff groaned, and rock-hard thighs tightened around Nick's waist. Nick quickly swore to himself he'd never do that again, and tried to ease Jeff's grip before his ribs cracked.

He moved back a little, which Jeff didn't seem to like, and tilted Jeff's hips, which Jeff accepted easily. Then he traced Jeff's perineum, and Jeff said his name, and then he traced that tight pucker, and Jeff whispered his name and pushed against his finger, onto his finger.

It was amazing to do this to Jeff, to watch long lashes flutter, to watch wet lips part over his name, to watch a red flush of heat steal over Jeff's body, to watch muscles clench and unclench, to watch Jeff's hips rock against his touch. Nick knew that he was the only one who'd ever done this to Jeff. The only one who'd touched Jeff in this sweet, dark place, the only one to breach Jeff's body. He had a power over Jeff that no one else dared to exercise.

Nick held his finger steady, letting Jeff's muscles work around it, and leaned in to lap up Jeff's pre-cum.

"Ooohhh," Jeff groaned. He spread himself, moving closer to Nick's mouth, moving farther on Nick's finger. Nick felt a hot rush of pleasure at that response, and licked Jeff again. Jeff made a sound that might have been, "More," and Nick obliged.

Jeff was a man who knew what he wanted. Even in the zone, he knew what he wanted. He wanted to feel good. Nick could help him with that. However, Nick had no intention of letting him come just now.

After a few slow, heady moments of pleasing Jeff, Nick stopped and crawled up Jeff again. He kissed Jeff and moved over, settling on his back. He wanted to see what Jeff would do.

Jeff rolled over and climbed on top of him and nuzzled him, rubbed against his cock.

"You want something?" Nick asked.

Jeff's cock very clearly wanted to screw Nick through the mattress. Then Jeff's hips dropped and his cock found the right angle. It drooled cheerfully against Nick's ass.

"Not yet," Nick said. His body wanted Jeff, and his first instinct was to let Jeff in. But he was having too much fun playing with Jeff to stop.

Jeff kissed him. Kissed him and rubbed against him like a cat in heat. It struck Nick that Jeff was going to hate him for this later, and he laughed, imagining what Jeff's payback might be.

Jeff smiled, delighted, and licked his dimples. Chuckled and licked them again and slid down his body, down there. Jeff said, "Nick," and licked over the head of his cock.

Nick felt his entire body react in shocked pleasure. He gasped, arching, flexing, feeling a sudden surge of color.

Jeff licked Nick's thighs. Licked Nick's balls. Licked back Nick's perineum. Lifted Nick's leg, tilting Nick's hips farther, and licked inside Nick's body.

Oh...oh...Nick caught his breath suddenly. Jeff never did this to him. He'd forgotten how wonderful it felt.

Jeff's tongue flirted with him, and he realized that his skin was smeared with Jeff's pre-cum. Jeff must be tasting that. The idea of Jeff's cum on Jeff's tongue always made Nick hot. Jeff knew that.

He remembered... It had been early in their relationship. Jeff had just come, and was lying there, panting, eyes dark with passion. Nick had dragged his finger over Jeff's chest, then raised his finger to Jeff's mouth.

Jeff's mouth had opened for him, accepted his finger. Jeff had sucked his finger clean, eyes closing. Nick's cock had twitched eagerly, wanting to get in Jeff's mouth, too, wanting that wet suction. Jeff's eyes had opened, and he'd released Nick's finger.

And he'd said, "More."

Which was when Nick, and Jeff, learned that Jeff liked the taste of his own semen.

Nick certainly had acquired a taste for it, since he swallowed it on a regular basis. But he'd never expected Jeff to like it. To lick it up like it actually tasted good.

Nick loved to suck cock. Loved to suck Jeff's cock. He thought that Jeff tasted delicious. And he truly enjoyed Jeff's jism. But that was more because it was a proof of Jeff's pleasure than because of the actual taste of it.

But Jeff liked the way it tasted. Liked his own. Liked Nick's. Apparently liked Drew's, too. Maybe Jeff just liked semen.

Weird. But definitely lucky for Nick.

There was...there was...it was...he could feel it coming, feel it on its way, the slow full-body rush that signalled the end. But he wasn't ready, it wasn't time, not yet, he hadn't even-

But Jeff's tongue had its own agenda.

Nick heard himself make this shocked "Oh!" sound before he groaned in an embarrassingly pornographic manner. Then he came all over himself.

He opened his eyes.

Jeff was already on the move. He crawled up Nick's body and started to taste. He made a high-pitched, eager sound and started to lap up Nick's cum like a cat licking up, well, cream, which made the analogy work pretty well. Especially since Jeff started to purr.

These noises were getting downright disturbing. Mostly because Nick really liked them. He'd have to learn how to get Jeff to purr like that more often.

Jeff swallowed every last drop, not missing an inch of skin in the process. It was very thorough work, and it made Nick start to get hard all over again.

Jeff was very hard, his cock heavy and drooling. His hands were eager and his eyes were glazed and his breath smelled like cum. He kissed Nick and rolled over, pulling Nick on top of himself, inviting Nick to take advantage of him.

Jeff's cock throbbed between their bodies, waiting for attention. Nick couldn't ignore it. He spent a moment looking at it, admiring with a degree of awe its inspiring proportions. He lowered his hand and brushed his thumb over the wet, swollen head.

Jeff's hips bucked sharply and Nick found himself with a generous handful of Jeff's cock. If Jeff wanted attention, he'd give Jeff attention.

Nick slid his grip down to the base, fingers reaching back to stroke Jeff's balls. He squeezed gently and stroked up, twisting his grip, thumb tracing the vein. Nick gave a few more pulls, getting his fingers wet. Then he pushed two of those fingers inside Jeff's body.

"Nick," Jeff said, and tried to move onto Nick's fingers.

Nick could take a hint.

At the first thrust of Nick's cock into him, Jeff groaned. His eyes rolled back in his head and his torso lifted and his arms spread wide. "Nick," he said, hips rising to meet the next thrust.

Nick tried to take it slowly, wanted to take his time, wanted to watch pleasure storm Jeff. But he couldn't. Jeff felt too good around him, against him, beneath him. His hips were driven onward by the exquisite, damning, harsh welcome of Jeff's body. Hot, too tight, it had to hurt but Jeff showed no sign of pain. All Jeff showed was pleasure, and a great deal of that.

Jeff started to moan, ending on a higher note each time. His hips were rising against Nick's, matching each thrust, seeking the pleasure Nick created.

Nick wanted to test Jeff. Just to see what would happen, he summoned all of his self-control and slid his cock free. There was a brief flare of relief to be out of that tight clutch. A very brief flare. Nick wanted to get back in there, and his hard, angry cock spat pre-cum at the sight of that dark pucker.

Jeff's eyes shot open. He gasped, staring at Nick in shock. He'd been enjoying that. It had made him feel good. He wanted to feel good. He moved forward, and Nick moved back, and Jeff kept coming, and Nick ran out of room and almost fell off of the bed. Not that Nick was afraid of what Jeff might do, but...

Oh, oh god, he wouldn't...he...he would. He was.

Jeff was licking his cock. Licking it. All over. So good. Nick couldn't breathe. He'd been close, very close, and now, now, with Jeff licking him and making those low, happy noises...so...oh, god... Nick tried to move away, but he couldn't back up anywhere, and Jeff wouldn't let him go.

Nick had a one-second respite when Jeff stopped licking him. He tried to find some non-sexual thoughts to hold off orgasm, but he couldn't find any. All he could think about was getting Jeff's mouth on his cock again.

Jeff had other plans. He took one of Nick's thighs in each hand and pulled, sliding Nick back up the bed. Then he gave an efficient push-pull-tug and Nick was facedown.

Nothing like being manhandled. Nick hated it when Jeff tried to push him around, in bed or out of it.

It wasn't like he felt a secret lick of pleasure from it. It wasn't like he got turned on by it.

Jeff pulled Nick's hips up a little. Nick, disconcerted, was about to roll over again when he felt...something...unexpected.

Jeff never did this. Before tonight, it had happened only once.

But tonight, again tonight, Jeff was going to do it. Jeff was doing it. Kissing him there. Licking him there.

Nick couldn't take much more of this. Jeff was licking into him slow and thorough, making that happy noise again. It was so explicit and unexpected and erotic and dirty that the combined effects of tongue-fuck and mind-fuck were pushing Nick over the edge.

If Jeff didn't stop, Nick was going to come again, and he was getting a bit tired of Jeff making him come like a teenager. Someday he was going to get some stamina.

It might be easier if he were in bed with someone who weren't a walking, talking, somewhat smug sex machine.

Jeff moved back a little and pushed him; he dropped to his side and rolled to his back, boneless. Jeff nuzzled his balls and pet his stomach. "Nick." Jeff kissed him and drew two numbers on his chest, one on each pec. A six. A nine.

Sixty-nine.

Oh, god...

They'd never done this. Never. Jeff never offered, and he never asked. He'd wanted to, wanted to know what it was like. He figured it was either a perfect blending and sharing, their bodies joining in the complete erotic experience; or else it was messy and awkward. Either way, he'd always wanted to try it.

Jeff tugged him to lie on one side, then turned. There was a moment of shifting, and then Nick was staring at Jeff's cock.

Hi.

Uh...

Now what?

He'd given Jeff a blowjob before. Lots of them. But not really from this position. He opened his mouth, then closed it, perplexed.

Wet heat enclosed the head of his cock. Nick gasped, hips automatically jerking once in an eager response. Jeff moved as though to get a better angle on Nick, and Jeff's cockhead bumped Nick's lips. Before he thought about it, his lips were parting, tongue easing forward to welcome.

It was hard to think about what he was doing. His brains were being sucked out through his dick, and he couldn't concentrate on a proper worship of Jeff's cock. So he stopped thinking about it. He let his brain take a vacation, and he let himself feel. Feel Jeff's tongue. Feel Jeff's mouth. Feel Jeff's cock. He could taste Jeff, smell Jeff. Jeff's tongue on his cock, his tongue on Jeff's cock. Heat and suction, semen and saliva, and for a moment he was kissing Jeff, sucking himself.

He came.

Jeff rolled away from him, and his mouth closed on a mouthful of salt. He opened his eyes to find himself looking into Jeff's flushed, smiling face.

He groaned. He couldn't take any more. No more.

But while his brain was waving the white flag, his body was rising and flexing under Jeff's touch, and he knew that his eyes were pleading with Jeff to fuck him. He closed his eyes to make them stop doing that, but as soon as his eyes closed, his mouth opened on a slow moan at the feel of Jeff's mouth on his nipple.

Jeff kissed him, nuzzling his neck. One hand stroked between his thighs. Jeff purred a little and licked his ear.

Nick wondered how a zoned Jeff fucked.

He was about to find out.

"Where is your first loyalty?"

"God," Kevin said automatically.

"Where is your first loyalty?"

"My family." Easy answer.

"Where is your first loyalty?"

Kevin sighed and told the truth. He met AJ's dark eyes. "The Backstreet Boys."

"That's right," AJ said. "Your first loyalty is to the Backstreet Boys. To us. That's why I know you won't betray us and go run and tell Lance I've been with Howie."

"You're not going to tell him?" Kevin asked.

"I will tell him. It's going to come from me. I don't want it coming from you or anybody else."

"You make sure you tell him."

"You make sure you keep your mouth shut."

"You make sure you rein in that attitude before it gets you in trouble."

"You're just jealous I'm not screwing you." AJ left.

Nick stared at the ceiling, trying in vain to catch his breath. There... He... It... The room was still spinning. White spots danced before his eyes. Either the bed was vibrating, or he was shaking.

When his ears started to work again, he heard Jeff's quick, panting breaths. They were coming from the other end of the bed. Down near his ankles, maybe.

"Nick."

It was a word. It sounded familiar. A name. His name. His name was Nick. "Unh?"

"We're never doing that again."

Jeff in the zone was a formidable thing. Nick wouldn't mess with that force of nature again. And he'd tell Jeff so, as soon as he remembered where he'd left his brain.

Sensitive fingertips ran down Nick's back. "You won't talk to me. You won't talk to Drew. You won't talk to anybody. You're upset and you're locking it up inside. I can help you, Nick. Drew and I can help you. Kevin, AJ, Howie. Jeff, Nick. Justin, JC. We're all here for you. You can talk to us."

Nick closed his eyes.

"I love you. Drew loves you. He's not here to speak for himself, but I can say it for him. Drew lives in my heart, and I can feel his love for you as deeply as I feel my own love for you. And the love that he and I have for each other, the love that we share, lives in you. It is you. You are our love. You brought us together. You bind us, you link us. Our connection began in you."

He tried not to listen.

"I love you, Nick. I have for a long time now, a long time. I watched you grow up from that skinny little kid to this amazing, beautiful man. I look at you and I can't believe what I'm seeing. It's a blessing to me. You're a blessing. I'm blessed to know you, to love you, to have you. To have your love. Nick, if anyone in this world belongs to anyone else, you belong to me. You are mine. I know that you love me. I know that I will always love you. I never stopped. Even when we were apart, even during that time when I left you, I loved you. I spent every day, every night, loving you, wanting to be with you. When you gave me the chance to come back to you, oh, Nick, I had to. I had to. I had to be with you again."

Brian had left him once. Loved him, but left him anyway. Brian could do that, love him and still leave him. All of these pretty words of reassurance meant nothing.

Brian had left him. Then Brian had wanted to come back. At the first sign, Nick had welcomed him with open legs. Nick was a slut. Always had been. Always would be.

But even giving them sex wouldn't make them stay. They could get sex from other sources. Jeff, Nick. Women. Anyone would welcome Brian and Drew into bed. Nick couldn't even use sex anymore.

And he had nothing else to give.

Drew tipped the small glass cylinder to one side and watched the glitter shine. His thoughts drifted back to home, to Nick and Brian, to their bed. To dreams coming true and fantasies made real.

Nick and Brian had done so much for him, given him so much, that he'd never be able to repay them. They'd changed his life in every way. He wasn't the same person he'd once been.

He missed them tonight. He always missed them.

Soon he'd be with them again. One week. If only he could see them, touch them. He missed their kisses. He missed lying in bed, resting between them, feeling them breathe. He would feel Nick warm and solid against his back, and he would listen to Brian's heartbeat, and everything was right. Everything made sense.

Glitter. He remembered turning Nick golden. Painting Nick with his fingers. They'd trusted him. They'd believed in him. They'd let him explore. They'd encouraged him.

Maybe it wasn't good to encourage him.

Blue. He wanted to do blue. They'd decided to save it for a special occasion. This week's reunion sounded like the perfect occasion to Drew.

He'd watched Brian make love to golden, shining Nick. Nick's skin had shimmered, and...

Oh. Oops.

Well, he was in bed. He might as well...oh...oh...

Nick...

Brian...

Oh...

I got a little place nearby...gotta go!
-"The Call"

"Are we there yet?"

"Give me a K!"

"K!"

"Give me an E!"

"E!"

"Give me an N!"

"N!"

"When I say 'N,' you say 'SYNC!' N!"

"Justin!"

"SYNC!"

"Sucks!"

"When I say 'N,' you say 'SYNC!' N!"

"Justin!"

"SYNC!"

"Sucks!"

"Wait, where were we? K-E-N. Give me a D!"

"D!"

"Give me an I!"

"I!"

"Give me a G!"

"G!"

"What's that spell?"

"I don't know. Weren't you paying attention, either?"

"Are we there yet?"

"'Well, I'm going to Carolina in my mind-'"

"We're going to Kendig."

"Well, I'm going to Kendig in my mind."

"And in your body."

"The rhythm's all wrong. I need more syllables."

"Thank you, James Taylor."

"I like him."

"You like him?"

"He's a good songwriter."

"We're good songwriters."

"We wish."

"We're getting better."

"We wish."

"Stop it!"

"You wish."

"Argh!"

"Are we there yet?"

"Give me a K!"

"K!"

"Give me an E!"

"E!"

"Give me a V!"

"V!"

"Give me an I!"

"I!"

"Give me an N!"

"N!"

"Give me a sucks!"

"Sucks!"

"What's that spell?"

"Kevin sucks!"

"Would you guys shut up?!"

"Sorry, Kevin."

"Are we there yet?"

"I hate plane rides. My ears never pop. I hate that. I can't hear and it's really uncomfortable and I can never get them to pop right. I spend the whole plane ride hating it, and then we land and they still won't pop and I walk around for a week with my ears all stopped up. I hate plane rides. We're here for hours, hours and hours and hours, they say it'll be seven hours but it's always a lot longer, and there's nothing to do, we just sit here and it's boring, and my ears-"

"Hey."

"What?"

"We're going to Kendig."

"This is the best day of my life."

"Are we there yet?"

"Give me a K!"

"K!"

"Give me an E!"

"E!"

"Give me an N!"

"N!"

"Give me a...a..."

"What?"

"I'm sick of spelling that. What else can we spell?"

"We already have K-E-N."

"What starts with that?"

"Ken. Kenneth. Kendig. Ken...Ken...Ken..."

"Kennebunkport."

"Ken...Ken...Ken..."

"Brian, are you okay? Stop coughing. You'll make us all sick."

"Ken...Ken...Kent...Kent State..."

"Hmm..."

"Are we there yet?"

"Well, I'm going to Kendig in my-"

"You actually like James Taylor?"

"Excuse me, I'm singing here."

"You call that singing?"

"Could you please either insult my taste in music or my attempts to make it, and not both in the same conversation?"

"Sorry. So. You actually like James Taylor?"

"Yeah."

"Since when? You used to have good taste."

"Sorry."

"He's going to Carolina in his mind. That song makes me nuts in my mind."

"That was really funny. Good one."

"'I've seen fire and I've seen rain.' Is that a major accomplishment? If he were a caveman, maybe, and he'd invented fire. And don't! Don't! If one more person calls me a Neanderthal- Stop smirking!"

"You have to admit-"

"You know there's a family resemblance here. If I look like a Neanderthal, so do you."

"I do not! You're just bitter because I'm cuter."

"You are not."

"I am so."

"You are not cuter than I am."

"I'm pretty cute."

"I'm cuter."

"Okay. Jeff, who's cuter, Nick or me? Nick or I."

"Nick."

"You didn't even look."

"He knows what we look like."

"He's biased. He has to pick you. Justin, who's cuter?"

"I'd have to pick Brian."

"What?"

"He's cuter than the two of you put together."

"He is not!"

"Excuse me? Are you insulting my husband?"

"He is not cuter than the two of us put together."

"I don't know. He might be."

"You're biased. You're married to him."

"You're just jealous because you haven't slept with him."

"Ooo."

"You stay out of this. Drew, I am not jealous."

"You don't want Brian?"

"I have Jeff. I don't want anybody else."

"Ahem."

"Stay out of it!"

"Just a tickle in my throat. I was having trouble swallowing that one."

"Are we there yet?"

"Give me a K!"

"K!"

"Give me an E!"

"E!"

"Give me an N!"

"N!"

"Give me a-"

"Shut up!"

"Kendig rules! Kevin sucks! Backstreet Boys forever!"

"Kendig rules! *NSYNC sucks! Backstreet Boys forever!"

"*NSYNC really does suck."

"I know."

"I kind of like Lance, though."

"Chris isn't bad, either."

"So they're okay."

"Kendig rules!"

"Justin sucks!"

"Backstreet Boys forever!"

"Forever! And ever! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"

"Are we there yet?"

"We're half an hour from Kendig now."

"Half an hour. Half an hour. I can't wait that long."

"They won't get there until after we do. You'll still have to wait."

"I can't wait."

"You have to."

"Beam me up, Scotty! Take me to him!"

"Would you calm down?"

"You don't know what it's like."

"I don't think I want to. He makes you nuts."

"As long as I make him nuts, too, that's all that matters."

"Are we there yet?"

"Give me a K!"

"K!"

"Give me an E!"

"E!"

"Give me an N!"

"N!"

"Give me a migraine! Give me a break! Give me a switchblade!"

"Kevin, shut up."

"Are we there yet?"

"We're almost there. We're almost there. We're almost there."

"Sit."

"One week. That's so short! Seven little days. We're wasting time. Drive faster."

"Sit."

"I want to get there now. I-"

"You're going to wet your pants! Just sit down and be quiet."

"I can't wait to see him. I wonder how he looks."

"He looks like Oprah Winfrey. It's remarkable. I couldn't believe it myself."

"I'm not talking to you anymore."

"Good."

"We're almost there!"

"Are we there yet?"

"Give me a - - hell. We're here!"

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